Marceline Novels & Stories

After two years she will be free to get married to whoever she pleases. We sit in silence for some minutes before light footsteps are heard from the front door. A young lady in a maid’s attire with a luggage in her hand comes into view. She is soon followed by a lady clad in all black. She is also on a face cap but anyone could tell that she wasn’t a normal person because she carried a powerful aura. Emilia Peyton.

Amanda pushed open the mahogany door, it was carved with some antique design that looked like two phoenixes. “This way, Madam.” Amanda gestured for me to follow her, I moved a stray hair behind my ear as my eyes slowly scanned the beautiful mansion. Everything screamed power and richness and I was absolutely stunned and stood dazzled by a particular chandelier that was in the middle of the hall. And that chandelier did not but it made me angry because it was the first thing I saw when I woke up this morning. From now onwards I was going to hate chandeliers like my sworn enemy.

At the end of the day, any decision that gets made is hers and hers alone, and I’m grateful that I have an amazing Alpha in her and that I don’t have her job. I inhale deeply. It’s with that deep inhale that I smell my favorite scent in the whole world, warm cherry pie. I know my mate is near. It’s then that I heard the knock on the door. “Come in, Beautiful” I call to Zella, my mate as I lift my head up while still remaining hunched over the desk. Thought to be a Hebrew name meaning, “wolf” the name Zella only encapsulates one small part of who this wonderful woman is. Yes, she is a wolf. But, she’s also my mate, the female Beta of the Crimson Snow Pack, a strong warrior who balances that s

With a smile, she stretched her forward, towards him. "Hello Lycan Kael, I'm Lady Marcelline. Ronan's," her eyes trailed to me, a cold disdain in them, "Alpha Ronan's mistress," Kael looked shocked, his body language gave him away. "Ah- pardon me," he faked..probably the most fakest smile I'd ever seen in my life at Marceline. "It's an honor to meet you, you sure are extremely beautiful." A scoff almost escaped my lips but I held it, I couldn't wait to leave this place and wrap myself around Elara. I hated how easy she had me wrapped around her finger, but she was the only being in this palace that made me sane.

But with triumph. And beneath that, a flicker of something else—possession. Marceline forced another smile, her spine straight despite the weight dragging at her chest. She was now Mrs. Cross Dejeva. And this was not the beginning of a happily ever after. This was the prologue of a beautifully disguised war.

he says a little too condescending for my liking, but I let it go. I’m incredibly panicked. This is the first time I’ve left my Pack for any amount of time that wasn’t related to a crisis of some sort. I’m going home with Colby. I can’t wait to see his Pack, meet his family, and especially meet Amelie. I have some gifts for her, that Colby helped me pick out. A purple elephant – she collects elephants, and she loves the color purple. And a little necklace with an elephant on it. From what Colby has told me this will be her first big girl jewelry. I can’t wait to see her little face.

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

One of the men brought out an handkerchief and placed it on my nose forcefully making me inhale the chemical. Chloroform I much as I tried to hold my breath I couldn't. Gradually I inhaled the chloroform and my body started becoming weak. Dizziness took over me and I fell into darkness. ***** Christian's POV "If you were careful and sneaky enough she wouldn't have know she was being followed." I snapped at Nigel. "Guys." Rita tried calling our attention for the up tenth time but he ignored her again. "Well I was careful enough but you and I know that Makaila is very observant." Nigel snapped back

“What are you talking about?” “My missing mittens last week. My overly salted soup. My burnt cherry pies. And now the spoiled milk on my gravy. Care to explain?” Magda was still pretending, “I don’t know what you are talking about. You are insane.” “I am insane?” “Yes.” The tall minion said, it was Claudette, “Normal people don’t go around, slapping anyone.” “Back off, skinny.” Fatma warned, and Claudette was mortified with the compliment.

Sheeva trembled, doing her best to fight against the intimidation that came with Marcel’s unbelievable power. Celia touched her mother’s shoulder and pulled her aside. “It’s okay.” Now that Marcel had her in view, he assessed her with dull red eyes. It was like she was bare before him. She stood with her back straight, even though she wanted to crawl and hide herself under a sheet. Towering over her small frame, Marcel walked around her—inspecting her. He even pulled close and sniffed her hair, like he would learn all he needed to just by that.