Marceline And Marshall Lee Novels & Stories

One of the maids stepped up, offering her hands to Larisa, suggesting, "We should help you with that and see you off." Stopping in her tracks, Larisa asserted, "I can handle this much myself. You don't need to see me off." Then, she walked towards the gate, her bags in tow. After a long and tiresome day at work, where the planning for the new shopping mall was taking a toll on him, Marcellus returned, and packed up his car at the garage, having forgotten all that had transpired with Larisa that morning. Marcellus entered the Mansion and found Mrs. Mary and the maids sitting down, their faces wearing dour expressions. They greeted him, to which he replied before continuing to the bedroom, too

Third Person POV. Marcel trailed down the stairs, fixing the ropes of his gra-colored robe. He had gotten a message from one of his servants that Yato had come around. Since being back in Oakdale town, Marcel had occupied himself with building a small army and trustees that could help him in winning over his cousin's brother, and the fucking Slayers. Secluded in a mansion in the middle of the clearing on the outskirts of the town, Marcel equipped himself and strategized for the day he’d strike with his warriors.

His face remained calm and perfectly unreadable as always, betraying nothing of what might be waiting inside. "Nathan actually sent you to pick me up?" Celine asked eagerly, turning toward Marcel with eyes that sparkled with excitement and barely contained satisfaction. Her voice bubbled with delight, rising slightly in pitch. "Really? He asked for me specifically?" "Yes, Ms. Dean," Marcel replied politely, his tone remaining perfectly professional and emotionally distant. "Mr. Mills has requested your presence here. He wants you to come inside." Celine's smile widened instantly, stretching across her face as satisfaction washed over her like warm, golden sunlight breaking through clouds.

Maybe she was overthinking. “Oh… I'm sure you know him. Marcel Wilson. I heard you two used to be pretty close before you left the city. You used to cling to him. Who wouldn't? He's so handsome after all. I should go see him at his office after I leave here,” Selene said. She was obviously talking about the same Marcel Wilson that Izabelle knows. When did the both of them become close? She knew that the Carlson family and the Wilson family were kind of close but never knew that Marcel was close to their daughter. Were they dating?

If that man was repeating the same words even at his last breath then there are chances, it had some truth to it. I walk over to the wardrobe and open the bottom drawer, grabbing some files that have seemed untouched for a long now. At the bottom is written, the new project and on another is written Highlilies. I open the second file and read it all. My eyes darken at the realization. Marcel was engaged to some woman to ally with High Lilies Pack. There's a signature of both of them but maybe they didn't go on with it after he found Mom. Frowning, I drop the file and go through the ‘New Project’ one.

"It's all that bad woman's fault! Mommy said she was the one holding onto Daddy Everest and wouldn't let go, so she deserved to die!" "Enough!" Marshall's expression was grim as he pointed at Selene and Jace. "Lock them both in the cellar." A soldier asked, "What about Colonel Quentin?" "Him too."

A burning Blue flame of Death. “My God," Rhino muttered as he stumbled backwards a bit, almost falling down and his man had to hold him. ★ Location: Marcel's mansion. A beautiful lady dressed in a short cream gown with long silver heels could be seen at the entrance of the see-through gate ringing the bell. The beautiful lady happens to be none other than Gloria and she was here today determined to see Marcel. He has been constantly in her thoughts and it almost like he was some kind of hard drug she couldn't do without.

This was Marcel, unfiltered, sharp, and impossible to offend. There was a pause before his tone shifted, sharper. “Why did you really call? You never bother me unless something’s off.” I leaned back into the couch. “I just wanted to check in. Haven’t heard your voice since Antwerp.” “I’m good.” He grunted. “Or you called because you’re restless. Because of her.” I stiffened. “Her who?” “Don’t play dumb with me, Marion. The bakery girl. The one whose name you’ve been typing in your search bar.” His voice was smug now. “You forget I see things you think are hidden.”

Once the kids were distracted by their different playstuff, Abigail went back to thinking, she needed to get to the bottom of things with Mark but first she needed to make sure things with Marcel works out. ************ Thursday rolled around fast. Marcel and Hailey were both picked up by Abigail's body guards. Hailey had Marvelled at the Audi 2022 that had come to pick her up. Marcel mostly rolled his eyes at his sister. He was still unsure if he had made the right decision to Marry a total stranger.

he calls, “there’s something you need to know. I need to see you outside.” “I know,” I whisper, feeling a lone tear roll down my cheek. “I know.” Marcel is dead. I felt the tether snap about ten minutes ago. I am not crying because I feel sad about losing the man who has been trying to murder me. It’s just all the memories we had together that saddens me. Even though they were never real, even though he never meant the words he told me, at least they were my only comfort at some point. We continue waiting for Kieran to return, expecting him to return any minute since he’s done at the dungeon. But when he doesn’t return after another hour, I ask Harold.