Marceline Novels & Stories

Azazel arranged protection for Damien. Soon, they reached Dubois’s mansion. August was the happiest of them of all. She was living with her entire family. There were no evil men around to scare her at night. She was jumping and running everywhere, and when they reached Dubois’s mansion, the girl almost screamed loud but remembered her manners and didn’t make a sound.

“ Mikey, I told you I’ll having a girls’ night out today. I’m at Gutenberg’s downtown.” “ and where exactly is downtown?” The line is quiet for a beat. “ You’re not Michael. Who is this?” “ Marcello Andres” “ Marcello Andres…Marcello…Oh my God!” I hear harsh whispers in the background and the unmistakable voice that belongs to Zara Parkinson. The voice comes back on “ uhm, Marcello, I haven’t seen Zara all week. She’s not with me.” “ I never said she was with you but thank you very much Miss…”

I had suspected Conrad was involved, but to hear Marceline admit it so boldly sent a fresh wave of rage and panic through me. "And where is she now?" I asked, my voice tight, my fists clenching at my sides. Marceline tilted her head, her expression one of mock concern. "Oh, don't worry. She's being cared for in the most respectable of places." She gestured toward the man by the door. "Our friend here is currently employed by one of the hospitals funded by the Remington Group."

So for the first time in my life, I am going to have an interaction with one of the most dangerous men on this planet, Axel Lancaster. To make myself clearer and to explain why I am freaking out so much, Axel Lancaster was a devil in disguise with the most beautiful face and the body of an Adonis. He was known for his cruel and lethal ways. Everyone in the country knew he was a bad man, but nobody, not even the cops tried to bother him. It was a known fact that he was the CEO of an enterprise which was just a cover-up to smoothly run his mafia business. “Xena, he is ready for you.” I look up as I feel a shiver run down my body knowing my body didn’t want to move out of this safe environment

The doorbell rang. Chantelle froze, her heart pounding in her chest. She heard her cousin Isabella get up to open the door. She couldn't hear what was being said, but she heard the sound of someone else coming into the house. After a few moments, her uncle came back into the kitchen, followed by his wife. "Chantelle," Rosemary her uncle's wife called out. "Yes ma" She answered."

By the time they finished raiding the Redcape settlement, about Twenty-five young women had been chained up as slaves. "You are no longer free," Marvin's colleagues told us, and as he spoke, I felt the cord connecting me with my mate tighten. Slowly I reached for it and tugged. Lucian's name came to my mind, and I tried to link him mentally. "Help," I said. I did not know how it happened, but I was glad. Before I knew it, I heard Lucian's voice in my head. "We are on our way, Scarlett. Hold on, please." He said, and I pulled again.

Harry didn't have sanitary products. It was evening already and the stars were already in play, Maria walked into the nearest convenience store she could find. Forgetting she had a reputation to uphold or hide, she had done carefree without a mask or anything to cover her face with. Who knew fame came with a never-ending game of hide and seek? Whispers ensued wherever she walked by, followed by skin-pricking stares and eyes full of pity. It was nighttime already but the USA had lights enough to tackle the sun. The cashier in particular had thrown her an 'I feel pity for you' stare as she registered what Maria bought. What was happening? It was okay if they recognized her but that stare, it m

Upon seeing Maxine, Marcello looked at the pearl for confirmation before saying smilingly, “What a beautiful woman… I was almost entranced by her beauty.” Then, he walked over to Maxine. The moment Maxine saw them, she immediately tensed up. After all, only those from the Overworld would appear around Mount Bane. Marcello walked over to her and said smilingly, “Hello there, beautiful. My name is Marcello Mariano, pleased to make your acquaintance.” Maxine looked at him and furrowed her eyebrows, asking, “Can I help you?” “Oh, it’s nothing. I just need you to follow us along for a while.”

Richard replied. Kids? My brows furrowed. So Marceline came with her son. "I’ll go meet them," Marceline said with a polite smile before leaving the room. My eyes followed her until she was gone. "Hey," Richard called my attention. "You both seem to know each other." His eyes squinted with suspicion. I knew this question was coming. The way I had smiled at her earlier and rushed to sit by her side would never escape Richard’s notice. "Yes, she’s the representative of Stanmore Global," I replied, leaning back casually on the couch.

Even now, even when he wasn’t there, he was still arranging her movements, deciding how far she could go, how long she could be gone. He was making sure she never strayed too far from him. Marceline went back upstairs in silence. The house felt larger than usual, every step echoing too loudly. She bathed carefully, avoiding her reflection for as long as she could, washing away the lingering scent of him, the touch she could still feel on her skin. She dressed slowly, choosing clothes that wouldn’t draw attention, that wouldn’t provoke questions, that wouldn’t invite suspicion...habits she hadn’t realized she’d already learned.