Novel & Cerita Marceline And Marshall Lee

I get up now, straighten my gown and grab my purse. "The minute I stepped in here, I could tell I was just prey to your lifestyle. And I'm just realizing that the more I try to convince you I'm just as human as you, the more you step on me. Well, let me just let you insult everything instead. My name is Marcella Jensen and yes, I am a dropout. No, I don't work as Kyle's manager for any of his businesses." I turn to stare pointedly at Kyle now, anger dripping out of every word.

"Alright then, you go ahead. I'll go to the hospital with Marcel." "Let the driver take you there. I'll just take a cab." Liam didn't want his lover to suffer. Lana didn't refuse his offer. After expressing her gratitude, she went to the apartment to pick up Marcel and then hurried to the hospital where Marion was. After nearly a month, Marcel finally saw his apprentice again. While Lana was enjoying the best time of her life, Marcel had visibly lost some weight. A month of eating Nicholas's cooking almost cost him his will to live.

Even now, even when he wasn’t there, he was still arranging her movements, deciding how far she could go, how long she could be gone. He was making sure she never strayed too far from him. Marceline went back upstairs in silence. The house felt larger than usual, every step echoing too loudly. She bathed carefully, avoiding her reflection for as long as she could, washing away the lingering scent of him, the touch she could still feel on her skin. She dressed slowly, choosing clothes that wouldn’t draw attention, that wouldn’t provoke questions, that wouldn’t invite suspicion...habits she hadn’t realized she’d already learned.

Marcel was a bone stuck in my throat that no matter how much I tried to get rid of him, I just couldn't. He not only claimed my ex-wife and children, he took everything I owned, everything that was dear to my heart, and… I was pathetic. Pathetic! I spat out blood. “Kill me already. It is evident that Layzal takes orders from you and you have been stalling time in killing me!” A small smile played on Marcel’s lips as he crossed his hands over his chest. “That is because I want to get rid of you myself. You will be transferred to the dungeon in the Moonstone pack house where you will be executed alongside your wife, Susan!”