Harry Styles As Marcel Novelas e Histórias

She said quickly, looking flustered, as Leo moved back first. "Not at all," Marcel said, smiling slightly. "We were just having a moment, and I appreciate all the help. You didn’t have to do any of this." He walked over to her, and she smiled slightly, nodding. "Thank you, Alpha." She replied, looking down at the bags. "I’ll take them." Marcel offered, "We all need a change of clothes anyway." I watched curiously, wondering what those clothes were for. Marcel’s words made me realise I had put paint on Leo, and Corrado had put some in my hair and all over Marcel.

She turned and started walking towards Mara. I shook my head and followed behind her. When we got to the table, Mara stood and pulled me into an embrace. “You look so beautiful.” “You too,” I complimented. “I love your dress.” Her crimson dress was absolutely beautiful, matching well with her fair skin. “Don’t tell me you styled yourself again.” She nodded. “I did.” My eyes widened. “Wow. You’ve been styling yourself better than the royal stylist lately.” “Well… I picked one or two things from her. And I use P*******t too to combine the colors.”

“My God! Is that Sadie Landry?” “The one who had a scandal with Chanel?” whispers flew. But Sadie kept her head held high as she felt an encouraging pat on her back. One that made her skin spring alive. Since her dress had a full open back, Marcel’s hand had skimmed across her bare skin, making her body flush even hotter. “I told you, you look exquisite, baby girl.” Marcel whispered, and she tried not to look affected, responding with a short smile. Right now, they were supposed to be in a professional setting,

He clearly saw that. “Get me a mirror,” Marcel ordered the housekeeper. Being as obedient as she was, she immediately walked to the other side of the room and grabbed Rosie’s small designer mirror before bringing it to Marcel. Her smile was mischievous. Marcel rolled his eyes at them all and snatched the mirror from her before lowering his hand to stare at himself through the mirror. His expression afterward was deadly. Three lines with a vertical bar in the middle were drawn in his forehead and the inside was painted purple while the outside was red.

Marcel hesitated a moment as if he was trying to remember something, "And tell Victor I'm leaving without him if he continues to spend time dressing up like a lady," "Aye, boss," Samuel said, speaking instructions in lowered tone into the wired comms in his ear. He was dressed in a suit just as the other soldiers that would be coming with him on this journey. Marcel abandoned the suit and chose to wear a charcoal black fitted turtleneck top with its corresponding pants, finalizing his look with a burgundy red coat since the weather was cold today. With his blonde hair gelled back, Marcel looked particularly classy - and of course warm- with the coat giving a minimalistic look with the button

Marcel with a twisted expression and a crease between his brows covered the doorway with his body. He wore grey sweatpants and a towel hung carelessly down his neck. Lazy drops of water fell from his dirty blonde hair and his eyes held that similar dangerous glint. The Marcel at the doorway had no freckles at all. His body was exactly the same with the freckled one. What in heaven's name was happening?! What sort of sorcery was this?! Lyra turned towards the Marcel in black pants who had halted whatever song was playing and back to the Marcel in sweatpants who looked like a dragon about to breathe out fire with the way anger burned in his eyes.

I guess he’ll have to wait. I use the remaining thirty minutes to finish up the work on my desk and once it’s 6pm, I touch up my hair and makeup. I’ve never been a heavy makeup kind of girl. I don’t think that’s going to be changing anytime soon. Marcello isn’t waiting in his car like I thought he would be. He’s leaning on the side of the car, legs crossed at his ankles and hands in his pockets. He has on one of his designer shades and is decked from head to toe, in outfits that could house two New Yorkers for years . Show off!

But I honestly didn’t care about his rudeness, I was too busy staring at how extremely good he looked in his all black vest, and white tie, with his sleeves rolled up revealing his tattoos, with his hair gelled to perfection. I am so busy gawking at him I didn’t notice his own startled expression at my appearance. I can’t tell if he’s admiring me or if he’s in shock. Mario came in slowly behind him, and once he took in my appearance as well it looked as if he was doing his own double take. “Is it that bad or what?” I ask them tired of the long drawn out silence of their staring. “Marcel sei un fortunato figlio di puttana.” Marcel, you’re one lucky son of a bitch. Marcel turns around to look

Finally, they reached the end of the basement, and by the small iron window along the wall, Nicholas and Lana saw a white figure hiding in the corner. Marcel, as usual, was dressed in traditional clothing. He was curled up next to the cabinet in the corner, hiding his head in his arms, trembling all over. What was shocking was that Marcel's once envy-inducing black hair had turned completely white. Seeing this, Lana couldn't help but tear up. "Marcel!" The young man, in her memories, was always full of vigor and vitality. How did he become like this? Lana quickly walked to Marcel and crouched down. She reached out to him with trembling hands, but her hand stopped halfway.

In fact, he often spends holidays with my family. Marcel is forty-nine with short, limp dark brown hair fading grey at the edges. He has a salt and pepper trimmed beard and soft hazel eyes. Outside of the frown lines on his forehead he only has some slight creasing around the corners of his eyes, but no other wrinkles to be seen. He always dresses sharply and is currently in black slacks, black Armani dress shoes, a black pinstripe shirt and a black tie with a gold diamond pattern in the design. He’s also wearing his usual gold wolf cufflinks. He loves anything to do with wolves, he even owns one as a pet which he named Blade, who is absolutely gorgeous! I step out of the cab as Marcel walks