Marcel Tvd Novels & Stories

From the first look, she could tell that the person on the stretcher that they were rushing into the emergency room was Marcel. He was also wearing the same shirt and there were blood stains in it. “This,” he pointed to the date and time on the CCTV footage so that she wouldn't say that this was another time after they left. The date and time were written there. All of a sudden, she pushed the phone out of her face and turned away. “I still don't believe this. What if it was made.” Marcel sighed. He doesn't know how to explain to her again. He has used all his strength in explaining this.

Harvey became one of the main characters on the big stage, Hong Kong and Las Vegas. His status became extraordinary. They would be met with certain death if anyone were to cross him! Safe to say that from this very moment, in many people’s eyes, Harvey instantly turned from a small fry into a shining star clinging onto Marcel. *** Marcel came to the third floor of the garden villa and stood in front of his wife’s room. After hesitating for a while, he slowly opened the tightly shut door. To Marcel’s knowledge, Selena Judd, who had been a little unstable for the past few years, might have been scared witless because of the previous incident. He was prepared to do his best, so he could comfort

Marcelo's voice was calm and collected as he spoke to Austin over the phone. Both Austin and Sebastian were seated on the dining, staring at the phone which was on the table. "So, I was able to decrypt the IP address of that private number that sent the video to you," Marcelo began, "and I found something." Austin's voice was urgent, it followed immediately after, "What did you find out?" Marcelo hesitated for a moment before responding, "I was able to trace the IP address to a physical location. But, Lambert, I have to ask, what's really going on?"

Marcel’s POV He’s not even interested in me… He’s gay… All I’d felt earlier was pure rage when I couldn’t find her, and I got blinded by that rage when I checked the CCTV and saw her on the rooftop with a man. Why was I overreacting? Why did it hurt all the way to my bones, just like it did with Rain? No, I’m not jealous… It was all a contract. But I still couldn’t stop myself. It was like I needed her to say she was mine. And yet, I found her doing nothing wrong—not when she said he showed no interest in her because he was gay.

I pointed out, and he smacked his teeth. "I'm not done." He rolled his eyes and I just laughed. "Of course, you are not." I said amidst my laughter. Marcelo pushed forward. Pointing his finger in my direction. "I don't do men, but if I do, I would never bottom. My ass is too precious for anyone to shove his tiny little dick into." "Mine is huge, I promise." I winked at him. Marcelo had his blade out before I could even blink my eyes.

“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”

Marcel didn’t say a word, he didn’t object on his beta, and clearly his best friend, staying in the room. “Do you want to get something to drink?” He asked me, and I shook my head as I looked down at the man who I knew was fighting back his own blood. “Thank you for calling me.” I said, looking at Vladimir who nodded. “I should be the one thanking you for trusting me.” He said, watching as Marcel fought back his own demons tonight, fought back his pain and anger. Whatever had caused this trigger, I knew that it was not easy for him to control.

"What about Nikola? He okay?" "He's had worse. He's okay, a dumb knife play won't take that bastard down." Marcelo grumbled, snagging a bottle of vodka off the table and taking a long swig directly from the bottle. "I hate this shit." Marcelo scoffed, lowering the bottle. "Right," I sighed, rubbing my forehead. My chest ached from inhaling the toxic smoke of cigarettes into my lungs, despite my last medical record explicitly advising against smoking. But fuck, I had a lot of shit to worry about other than my fucking health.

“Miss me?” Aleric struggled to get up from the floor but fell back each time. Marcel smiled as he watched the man at his feet. “I'm stronger now, faster. I can kill you right here right now and leave your carcass for the birds of the air to feed on,” Aleric ignored him and tried standing up again. Larissa. If Marcel knew that his wife was in the room.... Marcel began to sniff the air. “I smell woman,”

He saw it was a message on F******k from Vivian and was about to ignore it when his eyes caught the location of Alice’s home. “I’ll be back,” he said, rushing out. Alice was surprised to see Marcel at his door. She thought of closing the door on him, but he was too quick and strong. “From your reaction, I can tell that you already know what happened. You haven’t heard my side of the story yet,” he said. “What difference does it make?” “All the difference,” Marcel said and explained how everything happened. “I have a clip that shows me the exact opposite,” Alice said, baiting. She didn’t have the video; she had destroyed it in anger.