Marcel Tvd Novels & Stories

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.

She refused to back down, and I flinched a little even though I wasn’t even with them as they spoke. I hated that they were arguing because of me. Before I came, they seemed to have a perfect relationship. But now, it seemed like they were at loggerheads all the time, and of course, I was the reason. It made me want to disappear—like Luna Sandra wanted. “Fine. If you want to know, I’ll tell you, and you can make of the information what you will,” Marcel's voice boomed. “I marked her. So that lady, you see there, is not just a nobody that can be discarded. She’s my mate—the only one I’ll ever have. And rejecting her to choose another will ruin me and her too.”

Theodore suggested that we might as well have some fun with her before letting her go," Marcel says. Sadness envelopes his face. I can tell he is remorseful for his actions, but I don't care. This guy is still a monster. "What happened?" I ask, my voice trembling. Marcel grows quite and avoids my eyes. "I don't know if I should tell you. It's been so long." I swallow hard, examining the emotions playing across Marcel's face - fear, sorrow, and resignation. He takes a deep breath before speaking in a soft, distant voice. "Everything changed that night." My fists clench and my jaw tightens at his words. "TELL ME!" I yell, my body trembling with fury.

As Sarah’s friend, Renee felt comfortable accepting Marvin's help for Marcelo. Taking advantage of his day off, Ivan started scrolling idly on his phone. Renee was chatting with Sarah when she suddenly noticed Ivan looking at them strangely. "What's wrong?" asked Renee. “Why didn't you guys tell me something happened to Marcelo?" Ivan showed his phone to them. "Vivian has Sebastian’s test report. Why didn't she show it earlier?" Vivian had released a video through a large domestic media company. In the video, she stated that she had a good relationship with Marcelo and Sebastian. In the year before Sebastian’s death, she had accompanied him many times to a psychiatrist to treat his depressio

Tamara’s hands shook as they enclosed around the USB. “Video evidence of Marcel, tampering with my first wife’s car. That car killed her sister,”

I mutter. "You found out Tania got married to Kyle while staying in bed all night long?" Marcel asks before bursting into laughter once again. "I saw it myself, was here last night and she showed me. I saw it all Marcel" "Elena was here?" Marcel asks with total confusion, I see thousands of expressions on his face at once. Finally, I have a breath of relief seeing the expression I had longed for finally form for n Marcel's face. "Wait…hold on a minute, did she by chance touch you in any manner and what did you mean she made you see Tania and Kyle ?"

Marcelina~ Dom Vitali was going to be the man to give me my baby. The thought landed in my head fully formed and terrifying, like a diagnosis you do not want but already understand. It did not come with emotions like lust or desire. It came with certainty, and that scared me more than guilt ever could. I glanced at the tablet in my hand, even though I’ve already memorized every line of his report. This appointment was a follow-up, and unfortunately, it was the last.

“ I was aiming right at your head.” “ You always aim for the head, don't you?” Marcel says, walking towards me. “ You need a head or what? I can hook you up with a girl.” I scoff. “ You know I can get a blow job anytime I want. Even from your bitch, if you had one,” Marcel laughs, a deep, rumbling laugh like the sound of a bass guitar. “ I guess I am lucky I don't have a girlfriend, then,” "You sure have a fucked up love life," I retort.

“It shows Marcel. He saw you lying at the bottom of the stairs. He was on his way to his room with his mistress. He looked at you….and then he walked away…I'm guessing his appointment was more important “ My stomach felt like it was knots like someone punched me there. “Marcel wouldn’t.…” But my voice broke and Aiden didn’t argue. He just pulled out his phone and tapped on a video. The footage played. The image was grainy and a little distant, but it was clear enough. There I was, lying at the bottom of the stairs. And there he was—Marcel. He looked straight at me. He saw me. Then he turned.… and walked away.

Marcel's eyes reflected guilt for a moment, then hardened as he warned Victor, "Stop it," "What? Stop it? What's wrong with torturing the little bitch, huh? It has always been our modus operandi? Or have you fallen for her? Tell me, Marcel!" Victor asked, staring him straight in the eyes. His back was rigid and straight, his lips trembling a bit from anger. "Stop spouting such nonsense!" Marcel raised his voice on him. "Oh God," Victor laughed sarcastically, "You're protecting her," "I'm not protecting- !" "We lost four of our people all thanks to her!" Victor screamed at his face, "Ever since that girl appeared, she's been nothing but trouble! First, you kill for her, and now this! Gosh, Ma