Marceline And Marshall Lee Novels & Stories

"Who told you I'll be the one carrying it out?" Marcel snarled and clenched Lucas's mouth even more tightly as he continued to hold on to him. But rather than showing any signs of fear, Lucas laughed out loud as if he were already triumphant over Marcel. After a brief struggle, Marcel finally let go of Lucas's mouth and moved to sit in front of him. That was a terrible decision on your part, Lucas. I was going to give you another chance, but you just brought out the animal in me. Marcel was pondering. "Hand it to me," Marcel commanded his troops as they stood before him. When it was given to him, Marcel studied the photograph, which showed Lucas with his wife and two daughters.

Jason asked. “No you don’t. My name’s Marcel.” Marcel replied. Marcel, the spy in Rowan’s security team that took out Mr. Parker. “How may I help you then?” Jason asked curiously as he took in the appearance of Marcel. Marcels hand went to his jackets pocket, to which Jason tensed and unhooked the sheath hosting his gun, ready to bring it out, thinking Marcel was about to bring out a weapon. Marcel brought out a phone and handed it to Jason, who stared at it warily.

After hearing Grandma York’s words, Lexie and Vince’s expressions changed slightly. They always thought that Harvey and Queenie were the ones creating chaos. Upon further thought, they realized their constant string of failures started immediately after Marcel’s return. On the surface, it appeared as if Marcel had only released Queenie from prison and did nothing else afterwards. In the meantime, Queenie had been taking advantage of Vince constantly. There were also some things Harvey and Queenie did through Marcel’s orders. Lexie couldn’t help but grit her teeth.

Macy said. "Unfortunately, that marriage can't stand, at least, until I have what I want from her - I can't kidnap someone's wife, can I?" Marcel sighed, "It seems I'd have to take care of this myself. Let me see what this troublemaker looks like," He ordered Macy. Macy at once opened a picture of Ruth's assistant on her tablet, handing it over to him. Marcel never prepared himself for the shock to come because when he saw that redhead, a gasp left his lips, "Oh my, color me shocked,"

He blinked, turned and walked away, grabbing his key off the counter and typed a password into a security system keypad. The door opened and they got out. Mariana drew in a deep breath. She was finally outside. Not entirely outside, though. She was going to a nightclub for the first time in her life. She bit her lower lip. He picked a car in the garage, they got in and drove off. *** "Good evening, Boss." A huge man greeted Marcello as they got out of the car. He was putting on a black long sleeved shirt and black pants. Marcello nodded and they walked in.

Lance's POV I walked the citadel hall trying to clear my head and get things in perspective. Talking to Marshall, my wolf wasn't helping me. Marshall was hopelessly in love with Sheila, Maureen's wolf and he would oblige and do anything she wanted, not caring if it was affecting the human or not.

Finally, he cranked the ignition and headed down to the house, dreading the confrontation with Marliss and Lou. They sure didn't disappoint him. As early as it was, they both sat in the kitchen, drinking coffee, when he walked in from the garage. "You want to tell us why someone driving by Heart Starter last night saw Lexie Choate sitting on the landing in nothing but a towel and crying her eyes out?" Marliss attacked him with a fierce frown on her face. Killian held up both hands. "The truth? No, I don't want to. But rest assured that's the last time anyone will see that. I'm about to try and make it right."

It was loud and nnrestrained. Heads turned. Nellie blinked in surprise, then smiled, mistaking his laughter for delight at something she had done. The men behind him glanced at each other. “What a stroke of luck,” Casillas murmured, still laughing. Marceline was dead. He rubbed his chin slowly, savoring the words in his mind. After all these years, all the maneuvering, the power plays, one of Marceline’s many enemies had finally gotten to her. And if Conrad’s account was even half true, it hadn’t been quick or clean.

There was no way we would get past all the guards and successfully dodge Lucien and Lorenzo. Aimee bit her lip in thought. A knock on the door making her eyes grow wide and my heartbeat increase. “Who is it?” Aimee called softly. “Ladies you are late” Marcel informed us. Aimee visibly relaxed, both of us letting a breath of relief out as I swiftly opened the door reveling a smartly dressed Marcel with no tie and the top buttons of his shirt unbutton. “Beautiful ladies” He smiled at us. “Looking handsome yourself Marcel” Aimee smiled hooking her arm through his.

Like she’d walked out on her own. The security room was a hum of monitors, the glow casting shadows on Marcello’s face as he pulled up the footage. “East gate, midnight,” he said, pointing to a grainy image. There she was—Lena, hooded, slipping through the shadows with… Nicole. My blood turned to ice. That snake. I should’ve known she’d sink her fangs into Lena, twisting her doubts into a noose. “She left with her,” Marcello said, his voice flat but his eyes flicking to me, waiting for the explosion.