Marceline Lyrics Willow Novels & Stories

But if there was one thing I had noticed about Marcelo Marino, it was that he loved to fuck with people. He sometimes even say something shit that weren't real just to get under their skin. Just like he was doing to me now. I reached into my pants pocket and pulled out my phone. Scrolled. Tapped. The first chords of a song started—soft piano, melancholy. Marcelo snatched the aux cord from the dash, he had never done anything so fast in his life. His nose flared up. “Absolutely not.” “Are you serious?” I asked, glaring hard at him.

She smiled and nodded. "105 is the number that comes to my head. When I think of all the years I want to be with you ..." we applauded when Malcolm started the song. "Yas go, Jason Derulo!" exclaimed Bea. "I'll say, will you marry me? I swear that I will mean it," Malcolm sang in the chorus. I turned to face Emilianna with a smile. I grinned as I looked at Emilianna. Is Malcolm planning on proposing? Emilianna burst out laughing and shook her head. I simply smiled at her and poked her on the side. "Stop it, Nola," she said while chuckling.

“You know that is really funny. Stop playing around." "Marcel!" She whined. “Alright.” Marcel turned his back at her. A single tear dropped down his face when another bout of pain ripped through his insides. Taking a painful deep breath, Marcel resigned to fate as he let nature take its course.

“Let’s head to the Selene Hall.” As both ladies turned into a corner going towards Selene Hall, April Rose, having such sharp instincts, noticed something rapidly approaching from behind. In a quick motion, she managed to catch a ball that was just about to hit Marceline before a slim-built guy with all sorts of tattoos and piercings showed up. "Oh, my Dracula!” Marceline glowered before eventually giving out an intense death glare towards the guy who was quickly approaching them. “Are you really trying to hit me with a ball?”

Soon, the pack was in flames and numerous dead bodies dropped wherever the invaders went. "I didn't bring you to cry me a river, Marcellus." Enid scoffed and stood beside him. Tilting her head to the side, she pointed at a lonely path, "Look over there. Who do you see?" Marcellus obliged and looked towards their direction. "You need to help me, Willow. We both know I don't hold a candle to Marcellus. If you don't, we'll both be toast." Maverick said. Marcellus narrowed his eyes to see the two were in a really intimate position.

All of these things made us vulnerable and I had the pack guard working double time to make sure our pack stayed safe. I just wanted them to now accept Willow as their Luna. I know she is scared they won’t. Or that she isn’t strong enough. But she proved herself a warrior in body and I am sure she will prove herself a Luna in spirit. Just have to convince her. She opens the door with a lopsided grin and says “I just need a few more moments, I am almost ready. Come on in”

Willow looks towards Marcel, her head shaking. “No!” Standing up she looks around herself, her lips turning up as she steps towards Marcel. “Marcel, what the hell?” Dan looks at him as he backs out the room. “It isn’t possible!” Marcel’s words are loud as his head shakes. “It isn’t possible.” His words are quiet now and he shakes his head realising somehow it must be; somehow turning her made her one of them without her killing. Willow watches as they back out of the room, a laugh escaping her mouth.

Quill answered. Without replying to him, Howard was staring at the willow tree that was standing by the river as it was bending down to it. The tree looked so weak like it would break if the wind hit it when the truth is they never bend! Except for its sorrowful state, it's strong enough to defeat the wind.

Marcel whispered a lullaby mantra to Grace as he rubbed Grace's open back, making Grace's eyes feel heavy and closed slowly without answering Marcel's words. "Beautiful." Marcel complimented when he saw Grace's face at a very close distance, a face that he always failed to forget. ****