Marceline Novels & Stories

They had spaghetti, fruit salad, and a cake with a candle shaped 18 on it. Ellaine was forced to speak just to break the awkward silence, “Auntie, a while ago I met a strange woman. Her name is Margarette.” “Margarette? I don’t know a woman named Margarette living in the neighborhood.” “Maybe that’s because she’s living near the city proper. She has this shop selling weird stuffs as well.” Ellaine was not interested in eating her spaghetti anymore. She was merely poking it with her fork. “What kind of weird stuffs?”

Sasha growled in his throat, annoyed at his friend’s interruption. Darcie had planned the day. Being a fan of the dark, magical, and weird I had some anxiety about the places she was going to bring us. Our first stop was at an Ossuary, a small church decorated with human bones in the shape of crosses. It was a little morbid but Darcie was fascinated by the history of the place. The vault of the bone room was decorated by a beautifully large fresco depicting angels and what I assume is heaven called Triumph of Souls and Flying Angels.

I walked to the driver and smiled. “Caren Inc please” I slipped into the car and he drove off. Caren Inc was a large office building, it wasn’t so popular but I already felt a homy feeling around it. I stepped out of the car and walked into the building. I headed straight for the receptionist, a tall blonde woman with huge spectacles. Her tag said Mrs. Helen Mayer. “hey, I’m Camila Santiago and I applied for a job here” she glanced through some files and smiles.

There, the pin was firmly attached to her waist line. “Scarlet really needs to work on this. This could have given me an injury!” She said to herself, Scarlett was her Kenyan designer. As she removed the pin, the door opened all of a sudden and she immediately covered herself with the cloth. “Ichabod! What do you think you are doing?” ** “Oh dear Lord!” Ichabod shouted and slammed the door immediately. What the hell was that? Thank goodness he hadn’t seen her nakedness. That would have cost him his job for sure.

Their beauty would continue to spread among their female offspring for generations to come. Lost in my own world, I accidentally bumped into someone. "Watch it!." The lady said. "Sorry!." I apologized quickly. I was a stranger in Lycester I didn't want to cause any trouble. Although I could move without a pack, I didn't know what pack wolves could do to me if I ever harmed their own. "Sorry!." I apologize once again to the young lady standing beside the elderly lady I bumped into. From their looks, I could tell it was a mistress and her maid. The girl swept back her long black silky hair haughtily, and sashayed off with her maid walking behind her. l watched them dissolve in the crowd. Turni

A slight headache hits her. Mr. Gauis tried consoling her but she declined, breathing out “I'm fine.”to him. She after awhile cleaned her tears and clenched her fist tightly. “Let get this over with. I am not going to let him or Adrian take anymore person from me.” “Adrian ..?”Mr. Gauis furrowed his brow. “How do you know of him?” “He's Caleb Father and the leader of the Secret Spy Organization. I see every other person except my generation, know him. ”

Damien's mother said, as she pulled Damien outside the door, leaving me and the five maids alone. I remained my chin high, and said in a gentle tone, "Why don't we introduce ourselves first? Greetings ladies, my name is Charlotte Hayes." "That last name won't last though," the 2nd maid said, a cheesy joke coming out from her mouth. Three of them started laughing, like a giggle.

After a few seconds he slams it open again. "What the hell dude.." Reece exclaims. "Happy birthday Morgana.. and um welcome to the pack I guess..." Aaron says and escapes one more time through the door. I turn around and look at Reece who offers me a warm smile. "It's Charles.." I say to him and his facial expression goes from happy to sad in a matter of seconds. "Well, tell him to scram.." He says moving towards me. 'Who the hell is Charles and why is he interrupting us?' My wolf asks from inside me but I just ignore her.

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.

That's why I followed it and ended up at the front door of the Marcia Information Guild, then I cut the scene right there to make sure that there will be no more information about me that the emperor will be able to see. “How?... Why do you have that kind of…” he asked and can’t seem to form a question to ask. “I would like to introduce to you the master of Marcia Information Guild… Clementine Whistleton, our master and yes, I am also one of the people from that guild,” Leo told his majesty. “You are their master? It’s no wonder that the two of you seem so close,” the emperor said. “But can you tell me where my daughter is?” he continued. I stood up, then looked at him fiercely. I took the p