Marceline Minecraft Skin Novels & Stories

“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?”

Marceline’s POV I walked straight to the closet as soon as I entered the bedroom. Without wasting time, I changed out of the clothes I was wearing into something far more fashionable. Today, I had plans...shopping for outfits and jewelry. There was this new brand in town that Celesta had been raving about. So I decided to check it out...typically the kind of thing a wealthy housewife would do. I paused before the standing mirror, admiring myself. Gorgeous, I whispered, smiling at my reflection. I grabbed my bag, slid in my payment cards, and picked up my car key.

I leave Jason and Sean who don’t even notice and I walk towards Marcelo. “Hey man, thanks.” I say. He takes his headphones off. “What?” He says. “I wanted to thank you.” “For what? It was all you dude. You just had to be confident.” Maybe he isn’t as bad as I thought he was. “If you need me, I’m here.” He says as he is about to go back to do another set. Before he starts his set I interrupt. “Wait, can I get your phone number? It’ll be cool to hangout sometime.”

He had rich, chocolate-brown skin and large, expressive doe eyes. Elijah gave a slight smile. "Marcel, it's good to see you again. The trip was productive." Marcel's gaze shifted to me, his lips curling into a cheeky grin. "You even brought back a little pet, I see. Spoils of war... We almost thought you'd never get one for yourself." "It was about time," Marcel continued, glancing over at the second man. "See, Arnold? I told you he would eventually give in. Every beast needs a slave."

“There’s no need to deliberately attract my brother’s sympathy with my father, it won’t work.” Marcel looked back at Shirley. “Who else wants to ask for sympathy?” he said as he stood up and walked away towards the room. Once there, Marcel opened his clothes and found many bandages wrapped around his stomach and back. Why isn’t the pain so intense? Marcel thought as he touched the bandage, he remembered very well how sadistic Ronnie was, who without hesitation stabbed him in several parts of the body without feeling the slightest guilt. “Cel, haven’t you changed your clothes yet?” shouted Shirley who followed into the room and saw Marcel still wearing green hospital pants. “You’re so slow! J

Her fiery red hair was gathered in a neat updo that protruded her temple. Marcel must agree, the girl looked like the sun itself with her flawless olive skin. “She’s incredible.” He hummed as he watched Rain converse with her friend through the binoculars. “Get a grip on yourself, Marcel!” He scolded himself. Out of frustration, he handed one of his soldiers the binoculars, looking for a means to blow out some steam. And he did, rubbing his length against the palms of his hands with thoughts of the girl in his mind.

I knock quietly on Marcel’s door and it swings open before I rap my knuckles on the wood for a second time. “Liberty. What can I do for you?” he forces a smile which does absolutely nothing to convince me he is alright. Beads of sweat gather on his forehead and roll down to his brows then around to his temples, his already pale skin is paler still and has a sickly greyish tinge, and for the first time since I have known him he looks like death. “Marcel, what’s the matter? You look like… You don’t look good. What’s going on?” I slip under the arm he has resting on the door frame and walk right into his room.

I questioned rubbing my arms. “Hmm, Why not stop thinking and just do?" he said making me raise my eyebrow at his words. "What I'm trying to say is, you just have to do and be the best queen you can be, never let anyone tell you anything to put you down, you are no longer Noella of the shadow pack, you are now Noella Cindy James, Rouge Queen and alpha of this pack.” He stated. I smiled at that, Noella, Rouge Queen and alpha. That was right. I'm not the same me I was before, I'm me now.

Marceline paused, her wide eyes blinking, "Huh......" I curled my lips, kicking her in the foot. Naturally, I'd be surprised that she could actually forget about her pseudonym - but then again, this was Marceline. Clumsy and cluelessly forgetful. "Ouch!" - She winced, pouting regretfully. Rachel on the other hand had her eyes on the both of us, she must have felt that something was off but couldn't place her hands on what seemed wrong. Marceline chuckled wrily, "You think so?"