Marceline And Marshall Lee Novels & Stories

He and Paolo walked to the open door. Julie, Tyler, and I didn't budge. I replaced my sunglasses and Julie relaxed. Tyler slipped back to stand in the shadows. I stood and strolled to them. I could feel my First Lieutenant and My Angel of Death tense and prepare for battle. "Thank you for stopping by," I said. "And for the warning." Marcelle inclined his head slightly and looked at Julie. Again he seemed startled by her fierce appearance and seemed to be thinking how he might fair in a battle. He didn't seem to want to find out.

“You thought you could just walk away? I’m coming for you both.” A cold chill ran down her spine. Leo grabbed the phone from her hands, his jaw tightening. “Who the hell—” Then, before he could finish— Another message came through. “See you soon. – M” Their world tilted. Marcella was dead. So who the hell just signed off with her initial. The waves rolled gently against the shore, the morning sunlight casting a golden glow over the secluded villa. The scent of salt and fresh citrus lingered in the air, a reminder that they were far away from the chaos they had left behind.

Why does it appear that the two are inseparable at all times? Anna considered reading the last email sent by Zero. And here is the word from Zero himself. 'Mrs. Davis. These images and evidence demonstrate that Felix and Marcel were acquainted prior to the founding of AMA Entertainment. And for the final image, I discovered that Felix is Marcel's assistant, although no one is aware of this yet.'

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.

Marcel huffed before crouching down and getting in between the girls now glaring at each other. "Shh, that's enough Aricel, Leah is your cousin, you know." Marcel said and reached for the girl, "Come here, you adorable little version of Adele." He cooed. Leah happily strutted over to Marcel and he carried her off her feet as she giggled delightfully. On the other hand, there was a look of utter betrayal on Aricel's face. How dare she? That pretender just stole a fraction of her father's love for her! She didn't want that! She wanted her daddy all to herself.

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.

It had only been minutes after the shooting, but the media were already all over the place, to them news like this was as good as black gold, and they could kill to get the headlines. Paul and his team had arrived at the mall, the gates had been closed, barricaded with police tape and a few agents who posed as security officers, having seen the dead bodies of the agents he had only concluded that they had been killed by Sunday as he made his escape, not only had Sunday committed murder but he had once again threatened the very existence of the agency, and that could not go unpunished, he would have to pay for his actions. Just as they wrapped the bodies in bags, Thomas arrived at the scene,

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.

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.