Finn And Marceline Fanfiction Novels & Stories

It was the 20th floor, with Fifth Street's traffic streaming far below. Marco burst into tears on the spot. He lunged forward, grabbed me, and pulled me onto the carpet. He kneeled on the spot and repeatedly slapped himself. "I won't say those horrible things anymore, Lina. I'll send Fiora away for good so that she'll never appear before you again." I gave in once I looked at Marco's bruised and swollen face. It seemed like things between us had returned to normal, with him treating me with even greater devotion and care.

Waiting for everyone to leave, Marina now looks at the remaining debris of the house, she sits down on a tree that has fallen due to the rain storm, while looking at the burned house, she mutters: “ Is there such a coincidence in this world? A girl with the same name and face as me. And where is this? Cancal, a kingdom that I've never heard of, even when I went to school, the kingdom of Canal is not mentioned in the book. What about the other memory lines, the other girl too... Maybe... could that girl ever be my previous life? If not, how could there be such a coincidence?” A series of questions caused Marina to become confused, her head began to hurt again, her mood had become depressed. B

she says, and stands to her feet. "Elena, you need to stop this attitude of yours. We talked about it and you promised to change, remember? … Well right before you poofed into thin air" Marcel explains while nagging a little. I watched as the two exchanged looks and words like they had been long-time friends, I knew they were both doing this to get under my skin and piss me off. "I don't just poof Marcel, I'm not a witch" she defends herself causing me to snort out really loud in an annoying manner.

I sobbed. “You can,” Marcel said fiercely. “You promised me, and I know you, you don’t break your promises. Stay with me. Push for me, baby.” His forehead pressed against mine, and I felt something warm on my skin, tears. I didn’t know if they were mine or his. “Do it for them, do it for me,” he whispered. “They’re almost here.” The pressure was unbearable. It felt like my bones were breaking, like my body was ripping itself open for a second time.

Was she fighting the rejection? What happened to her? "UGH" I scrub my face with my hands, losing my sh*t over this drama. "When this bulshit is over, we are going to Cancun! I am done with chick flicks. I love you, but fuck Marcy." Marcela chuckled at what I said, and I felt her sparks on my chest. My mate had walked over to hug me tightly when we heard the people outside starting to record their news of the evening. "We are here to inform you that the act of treason by the Gamma of the Gold and Gray Pack has been confirmed over false accusations towards her missing pup.”

Jennie said with a sheepish grin, “you said you’d bring your boyfriend home this time. Where is he?” Her heart clenched like a fist in her chest. “Can we not talk about that right now?” she whispered. Jennie blinked, surprised, then softened. “Okay. I’ll get you something. Go freshen up.” She padded toward the kitchen, still oblivious to the wreckage Marceline was dragging behind her like chains. Suitcase in hand, Marceline climbed the stairs—each step echoing like a funeral bell. Her body was moving, but her soul felt far behind. --- The Bathroom

“My commitment to you is unwavering. I'm here, as I promised, and will remain by your side until my journey ends with the moon goddess.” “I'm curious about our appearance.” "Go take a look at the river," said Marceline. Reaching the river, I was astonished by my reflection—a magnificent golden wolf, sizable and with stunning ruby-red sapphire eyes. With Marceline's chuckling in my head, I turned to see Castro's shell-shocked reaction to how we looked. “Marceline, are you aware of what we must do?” “I'll stand by you, no matter what you decide.” "Thank you, Marceline. I'm wondering if we can establish a mental connection without being mark."

Probably still mourning Marie. Good. I didn’t need anyone near me right now. ‘You shouldn’t forget about our mate, Finnian. You can never have Isolde,’ Marlin pressed again. His calm tone only fueled my rage. ‘You think I can’t?’ I spat. ‘I will. Even if it means war with my brother. I'll fight for her."

" A sharp, familiar feminine voice cut through the raw emotion, slicing through the tense atmosphere. I snapped my head up, and there she was....Marceline. She stood in the center of the room, her brows furrowed in feigned confusion, a cruel mask concealing her triumph. The moment her eyes landed on me, a scoff left her lips, she folded her arms across her chest. "Oh? It's happened already?" She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, her expression a mixture of disdain and satisfaction. "What a shame." I swallowed hard, tears still streaming down my face, unable to speak. I looked up to Ronan, but he turned away quickly, the pain in his averted gaze was like a stark contrast to th