Finn And Marceline Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“I swear to God, didn’t we already agree to not talk about the past anymore? He’s already given up the chance to obtain the angelic inheritance, and Finnley and the rest have all returned to their own places! It’s his wedding day today, and he’s made it clear that he only wishes to live an ordinary life with Mila from now on! With that said, no more mentioning those things again, got that?” “Fine, fine…! Still, it’s such a pity since he was qualified for the role!” Smacking the back of his head, the woman grumbled, “What did I just say…?!” It was then when a laugh was heard, followed by a woman’s voice saying, “Hey, it’s Marcel and his wife, Gerald!”

Marcel whispered back glaring at his sister. "I don't like you and I only want my mother to be my father's only friend." Denise said to Hailey crossing his hands across his chest, frowning deeply at her. Abigail let out a small laugh at that... Racheal was about replying the little boy when Marcel dragged her by the hand, "I will be back, just send me the location of the ice cream place." He yelled stopping a taxi. "Please get in." He said to Rachael begging her with his eyes. She frowned at him before getting into the car, she felt so humiliated.

The next morning, Finn pulled me out of bed as if nothing had happened. "Chloe, get changed. The weather's nice today. Let's go for a walk on the cliffs." His face showed no trace of the previous night. It was as if the sight of his back, rushing out of the room without even a jacket, had just been a dream. "And don't worry, Amanda definitely won't be bothering us today." He paused, then said with absolute certainty, "I've arranged for some new thrills to keep her busy. Deep-sea diving gear, a speedboat, and a few bodyguards to keep her entertained, so she won't get bored and crash our day."

“But… but it felt so real…” “It’s not real. It’s all a dream.” I heard his voice again; “It was only a dream. The fire took them years ago, but it didn’t take you. I won’t let anything take you.” A pause. A shaky inhale from Adrianna. “Promise?” “I promise.” I shouldn’t have stayed. I knew that. But my feet felt rooted, I was curious and stunned at the same time. I’d never seen this side of Marcello; I’d always known he was soft towards Adrianna, but I didn’t expect him to be this human.

I say, a wide grin spreading across my face. Marcelina's excitement was palpable as she exclaimed, "Oh my goodness, Alaric! I am absolutely thrilled for you! You are precisely what she needs!" However, her joy was tinged with concern as she continued, "But wait, I have Neo with me, and he is also her mate. Do you think you two can coexist in the same room and share her? Or should I consider separating you guys?" Marcelina's question hung in the air, highlighting the complexity of the situation and the need for careful consideration.

Marcel had then taken the moment to excuse the both of them and left with go finance. And Brynn had begun to see that he liked Marcel, and now how easygoing he was; he was quiet most times, cold even, but she could see his high heart, especially the eyes he cared for Alyssa, who was clumsy. The moment they left, it made Brynn realize that she was sleeping alone with Killian. She had to busy herself with packing all the things that had been used and loading them in the dishwasher. But she could tell and feel a gaze that followed her every move until she was downloading the dishwasher and putting the cake away.

She had to come up with a fast plan to escape from the clutches of the devil himself. ★★★★ Outside, Marcellus took his bat form, not minding to fly the whole thirty minutes back to Ocean City. He needed a way to suppress the anger that was building up inside him, he'd shown her another side to him and saw how scared she was. "Marcellus, you seem troubled?" Brandy asked while shredding off the little fabric that covered her tits. "I didn't come here for questions," he snapped, pulling her unto his laps, allowing her to straddle him.

But comparing himself and talking nonsense about Kaelan was unforgivable. "Why must you make everything excessively difficult for yourself and everyone around you?" Marcel said as he raised his head. He was visibly annoyed, and he did nothing to hide the rage in his eyes. "I was being gentle, but now I'm going to take what I want by force!" In one long step, he crossed the distance between us and pinned me down to the garden wall.

Beck said in a very commanding tone. Vanilla pouted in her heart, she already knew it would be like this. "I can interact with anyone, you can't to control me," said Vanilla flatly. Xaviera said that she had to be firm against Beck if the man started being unreasonable and now Vanilla was doing her best to brave herself. "You're my fiancé," Beck hissed, his jaw visibly set, unable to hide his emissions as Vanilla bucked against him. "Didn't you say we weren't related, Beck?" Vanilla asked while chuckling.

I said but I knew it was a lie. I can never forget that face which made me realise that I had a heart and I could also love. “Fiona would want you to move on from her and accept the happiness knocking at your door, Capo. I know I am stepping over the line you drew between us but I have observed Signora, she is like Miss Fiona in many ways. You are afraid to let her come close to you because you see Miss Fiona’s reflection in her.” Marcello said and my anger rose.