Marcel Gerard Novels & Stories

Before answering her, Marcel clears his throat and casts a cold glance in Antonio's direction. "Well, in addition to my DLT. Inc. firm, I run some other companies, including this restaurant and a company that provides tools and other equipment for vehicles." Marcel gave a cogent response. He is a really skilled liar, indeed. "Seriously? Why haven't I heard of any of these being developed in the Philippines? You should know that some people might be intrigued. Marcel Delatorre, the owner of yet another prosperous business," Annalia made a comment that had an underlying meaning. Marcel tightened his jaws to retain his composure and control of the situation. And Anna knows she hit the nerve.

Logan was dead, and for the past few days, Marcel had been dead drunk in celebration of Logan’s death. At long last, his biggest rival was gone for good. He lumbered into the foyer where Yato stood, facing the floor-to-ceiling window that overlook the serene lake in the garden. Marcel paused and examined the school professor he had sired to work for him. Being a bi-sexual, Marcel had always longed to know what it felt like having the professor on his bed. Now the professor’s mind was miles away from here, he stealthily approached the professor. Marcel took a moment to suck in his strong masculine scent. Loving the tendrils of chills it sent down his spine.

Marcel laughed like a crazy maniac, “You expect me to believe that nonsense?” “Now tell me, what exactly do you want from me, tell me and I will give it!!” Marcel grabbed onto my hand. “Beckham, that’s enough.” Zac tried to stop him, but he pushed Zac away. “I didn’t do it, Nevan has gone to get all the numbers registered under Adornia, we will find something,” I tried to explain, “Sir believe me, I have no reason to do it.” “If you hate me, you say it, if you want something, you say it, but you don’t have the right to throw me to the public like that,” Marcel let go of my hand and hit his chest.

"Thank you for saving her." "I am Gabby Florence, a cultivator, and I just came from 3 years of training in Mt. Alebasi. My clan were physicians; it's my duty to treat any patient, regardless of their nature and status." "I'm sorry for my impudent actions awhile ago. Please let me treat you to dinner as my apology," I humbly offered. "That will do! By the way, how can I address you?" was his nice response. As expected, people from Mt. Albasi were really humble and kind. He lived up to their reputation.

I rarely see him mad. Shaking this feeling off, I walk back to my room before closing the door as I walk in. I put my clothes into the basket that's by the closet and I put some deodorant on. I grab one of my bags and open it to pull my charger out and then I put my bags on the floor as I charge my phone. As I look down at my screen, I see a message that made me do a double take. Unknown: "Moving to New York was a mistake on your part. Watch your back principessa."

Anything to take the emphasis away from my sheer embarrassment. "I'm Genie". I can't even look him in the eye, let alone believe that he's sitting next to me and talking to me. "Nice name - what's it short for?". "It's Genevieve". I mumble. "Wow, not a name you hear often. I like it! So now we're acquainted can I buy you a drink?". He asks. Reluctantly I agree " Ok, a Guinness would be good. But just to clarify, It's not normally something I would do".

a masculine voice came through. Marcel

"Marcella Garcia." Shit.

“What…..do ... .you mean by my wife? You are supposed to be dead” Marcel stepped forward. “News flash, I am not dead and if you want me to say it again, then I am going to repeat myself. I am now married to Elodie” Darius almost lost balance before he burst into a peal of hysterical laughter. “This has to be a joke. Do you guys think that this is a movie? And how could you, Elodie? If you were going to remarry, then it shouldn’t be Marcel. He is a dangerous man and he is going to hurt you”

Before I had the chance to contemplate the interior further, we bumped into Luca. "Hi, Luca!" I said cheerfully. "Hello, giglio." He replied, grinning. "Don." He nodded, looking at Mariano. Mariano nodded back. "Luca," He drawled. "Get the message across - Isabelle is off limits." Oh? "Hey!" I protested, just to spite him. "But the men here are sexy." Mariano didn't spare me a glance. "Sí, Don." Luca nodded, walking away.