Marcel Tvd Novels & Stories

I leave Keil in a derogatory way "any worm with sufficient knowledge can do that." "NO!" InGrid said, raising the voice "You're wrong" shaking with his head, she cloves her gaze at Keil "Marcel is a prodigy. Magic requires study and dedication; Together with a certain level of affinity and talent. He has achieved in a month to do what he generally took months and even a year to learn. This we are doing with Marcel is not ethical, we are forcing the mind and body of him to the limit; This is detrimental to the exit of him, Marcel is a human, ended up breaking ... "

Her son, Marcel Mordrake, was her greatest weapon and her greatest disappointment. Marcel was the mirror image of Czar’s shadow. Where Czar was disciplined, Marcel was debauched. Where Czar was a man of science and silence, Marcel was a creature of noise and adrenaline. He was the kind of man who would bet a month’s inheritance on a single hand of poker just to feel the rush of losing it.

I spent a few years searching for proof of their existence but Marcel’s sudden appearance put an abrupt end to that. “Hello friend. I’m glad to see you made it, and in one piece I assume.” Marcel shakes my hand and pulls me into an uncharacteristic hug, slapping my back with what I think is probably excitement, but this is not the Marcel way. He has changed since I saw him last. It’s not a criticism, more like a bewildered observation. When he tasked me with finding Imelda, I made an off the cuff remark about castration, which he found hilarious, even though we both knew it was a very real possibility. Imelda has no fondness for any man, and she is just as likely to castrate the man who left

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

But Marcel was furious because he could not take Alvin with him. 'Damn it! Alice successfully took Alvin. So, I can’t threaten Alice. Why did you choose Morgan, Alice? I should have been the man who loved you, who was by your side all this time. Why do you always take everything that should be mine, Morgan?' Marcel fled, but he was raging because he had been careless these past few days, leading to his defeat and the loss of Alvin. That evening, in Morgan and Alice’s apartment, the tension felt like electricity ready to explode. Marcel was attacking again, growing more aggressive, striking personally and emotionally, whilst their team was solidifying thanks to Rafael's strategy.

But if Marcel continued with his provocations, I didn't know what might happen. "Do you remember that night, Scott?" A disgusting smile played on his lips. "I'll never forget it." He got up from his stool and sat next to me. "Let's have a man-to-man talk, Scott. Come here." His smile turned malicious. "She didn't touch you, did she? If you know what I mean. You had the chance to feel her hands..." Marcel gestured with his hands. "But you lost it. Are you stupid or... have you always been a cuckold?" He laughed. "Know that sleeping with Madelyn was unforgettable. I gave her a good time."

“Is this not the same guy we confronted at his house weeks ago? How did we find nothing? How did we miss this?!” His voice dropped lower, more dangerous. “You made me look stupid, Marcel. Stupid before the whole world.” Marcel inhaled deeply, trying not to match his tone. “I know,” he said softly. “And I’m sorry. But listen, I’ve got something now. We have the situation under control. If we act fast, we can fix this.” Nathan turned to him sharply. “Fix what? My broken marriage? My public humiliation?” “No,” Marcel said, his tone growing firmer. “We can fix him. The guy. The same man in that video — he’s about to flee the country.”

I heard Tania giggle like a maniac in the background. “Ugh. Just make sure you come back home soon; I have to go!” She hung up before I could even respond, and I stared at the screen as if it were some foreign object in my hand. She didn’t say I love you. What has happened to us? “It would be quicker to shoot me than put me through all that again,” Marcello grimaced as he stared at me with disgust written all over his face. A blanket was placed over his lap, and he sat by the window in his chair. He looked older with his sulky face and his get-up; it was almost sad.

her voice was unstable. The courtroom was quiet as usual because Vlad hated noise. Waving his hand at Raina as she stood straight. "What's wrong?" he asked. Raina had no idea how to break the news to Vlad because Marcel is his favorite. Taking a deep breath, she slips her hand into her jacket and takes out her phone. "I have something to show you," Raina said as her hands began to shake. Somehow, she found her confidence as long as she had evidence to show that Marcel was having a conversation with a witch, but Vlad was the one who asked her to keep an eye on Marcel.

It is a video of Mariana being tortured like a criminal. The dread was heavy in his heart when he was watching the video but anger took place immediately the video stopped. His face contorted with rage, making his veins pop out of his forehead. Letting an anguished cry, Marcello threw his phone to the wall, but it did nothing to his rage. Someone took his wife; someone FUCKING took his wife and is torturing her. Oh, that person just signed a death wish. "Alessandro! Come in here!" Marcello yelled at the top of his lungs.