Marceline Drawing Novels & Stories

Marcello’s eyes brightened at once, catching onto the important detail with alarming speed. “Who is he?” “A jerk,” Ava replied without hesitation, tugging her jacket on, “plus three extra levels.” She returned to the table, finished her coffee in one swallow, and rummaged through her bag before producing a blunt pencil and several sheets of paper. She placed them in front of him. “There. Will those be enough for drawing?” Marcello glanced at the meagre supplies, then back up at her. Instead of complaining, he quietly stood, carried his milk glass to the sink, and followed her to the entrance hall.

Lucien's apartment is nothing like I expected. It's small. A two-bedroom in an older building with creaky floors and radiators that clang. But it's warm. Lived in. Real. There are drawings taped to the walls. Ivy's artwork. A purple unicorn. A rainbow. A family of stick figures. I stare at that last one. A tall figure, a small figure, and—nothing else. Just the two of them. "She drew that last week," Lucien says quietly, following my gaze. "Before she met you."

And in one of the windows— A third figure. Small. Watching. But different from all the other drawings. This figure wasn't dark and featureless. This one had a face. Simple crayon lines. Two eyes. A small mouth. Turned upward. Smiling. Lily held the drawing out to Mara. "For you," she said. Mara looked at it. At the figure in the window. At the face that was finally visible. Finally present. No longer waiting. Her hand when she took the drawing was not entirely steady.

She giggled the more. Marcel laughed loudly at the child’s words. What the actual fuck? He laughed the most when Izabelle quickly rejected that the woman on the drawing board was her. The drawing was kind of the opposite of her. The hair, the shape of the woman. But Marcel couldn’t help but want to kiss the child right now because, for her age, it was fucking best. “I drew Mommy. Mommy sat while I drew her. Isn’t she pretty?” “Pretty what? That’s a woman in your head and not me.”

Already clad in her uniform, April Rose greeted and tried her best to imitate Marceline’s very own vibrancy. Marceline noticed the bright tone in her roommate's voice. She got up, sat on her bed, and stretched her arms. “Don’t tell me you’re—are you excited for the draw?” “What draw?” April Rose asked. In her head, she’s trying to figure out what Marceline was talking about. She knew deep in herself that she was just excited to start the day. While she had heard many rude remarks last week from Miss Foxglove to a few students, Marceline’s positive disposition was infectious and actually helped her cheer up.

“You have an unshakable force like Bonafide behind you but I don’t. Alexander is still a powerful figure, and I need to be careful.” Marceline didn’t respond right away. I could see the way she weighed my words. Finally, she gave a stiff nod, her lips pressing into a thin line. “Fine,” she said curtly. “For now.” I could see she was temporarily appeased and I took the chance to ask for another request before she could change her mind. “I’d like to see Liam. Please.” Marceline’s expression barely changed, then she gave me a mocking smile. “Why are you asking me about Liam?”

She wasn’t her usual bouncy, smiley self. “Of course.” I didn’t know much of nursing, but I was willing to help. Nina held on to my dress, observing everything around her with eyes wide with wonder. Marcelle bent down to the little girl. “Hey, I bet you want to help too, don’t you?” Nina nodded. Marcelle gave her a hand and she took her to Serena’s office where she gave her some paper and pencils. “Draw something nice for us, okay Sweetie?” “I’ll come fetch you when I’m done helping, Nina. I promise.” I gave her a quick kiss on her little blonde head. She beamed a smile at me and started scribbling on the paper.

"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.

Jensen clasps Marcel’s hand and pats his shoulder with a firm nod of his head. We walk through the familiar hallway, the house quiet except for the occasional creak of the wooden floors beneath our feet. Marcel leads us to the nursery, and the moment he pushes the door open, my breath catches in my throat. The mural stretches across the wall just as I painted it, soft woodland tones with gentle curves of trees, a moonlit sky, hidden creatures tucked into the scenery and the prominent wolf. It glows in the morning light spilling through the window, but none of it compares to the sight before me.

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,"