Marceline Novels & Stories

She shot one last look at me before smiling, “No Gabriella, I don’t.” With that she left, once again I’m alone in this room. I shut my eyes tight realizing I’d gone too far, Adrianna had been the only reason why this place was bearable, she was good and very different from her brother, she doesn’t deserve this. Maybe I knew that and it hurt me, because I hated the fact that I was liking Marcello and his family. I caught sight of something outside my window, it looked like a drone at first but when I narrowed my eyes, it was a bunch of papers flying in the air. I managed to grab one and I saw Marcello's face on it. With ‘ murderer’

Marcel saw it at the same time I did. He was upright instantly, every trace of softness gone. “What happened?” he demanded. His voice was no longer warm. It was Alpha. Controlled. Dangerous. Luna Isobel lifted her chin slightly, her eyes meeting mine for just a second before she turned her attention to her son once more. “Elara got into an accident.” My stomach tightened. “She is bleeding, and the pack doctors are taking care of her.” “What kind of accident?” Marcel asked, already swinging his legs over the side of the bed. “What happened exactly?”

Lucille held unto lyra's arms, helping her in she whispered comforting words into her ears to ease the guilt that wedged on her mind. Marcellus had chosen to ride in a separate car; concluding it was a bad idea to be in any close contact with Lyra, not only was she deadly to his sanity, she was deadly to his health. A being he knew next to nothing about, a dangerous being in the guise of an innocent looking woman. Even before their hand touched the doorbell, an ebony skinned woman with dreads rolled up into a bun with a long flowing dress on approached them. "Marcellus, Lucille, to what do I owe this visit?"

Morrigan and Colfre walked by the long hallway of the palace hand-in-hand. The sun’s golden hues glowing by the window touching the pristine marble floor of the grand abode in the heart of the capital of Hymir. Fresh calla lilies and camellias are displayed by the walls just beneath the golden sconces on the wall. Vases made from fine porcelains that hold the simple yet elegant floral arrangements make the hall look even livelier than before. Now gone of the gloomy and eerie aura of the hallway that once reverberated the cries and agony of the queen. Now it was enveloped with images that reflect the joyous occasion that is coming. A few days from now Morrigan will celebrate her birthday with

She never really had someone to help her and she wanted people to know she could help. I gave in one day and bought us this little house that was run down and needed a lot of work. While we rented this small apartment. I worked on the house behind Sadie’s back. It was hard to pull off any surprises around Sadie. She always knew what I was up to. She couldn’t help it, but I did my best to keep it off my mind whenever I was around her and so far it seemed to work. Unless she knew and just wasn’t telling me. I didn't want us to bring our new daughter home to a small apartment. I wanted Sadie and my daughter to have a home that belonged to us. Sadie even made a new friend at school. Her name is

I wanted to tell her that even if this woman was beautiful, her beauty was nothing compared to hers. "I apologize for being late, I just came from a charity event," she said as she sat down beside Atticus. She must be the Luna. "I'm Nicole Hutton," she introduced herself, "First Lady of Hutton Empire." "It's a pleasure to meet you." Rayne smiled at her. "Forgive my question, but you're not a vampire, am I right?" Nicole asked Rayne. "No, I'm not. I'm a gifted human," Rayne answered her.

Octavia’s companion snickered at the young girl’s remark. This also earned a chuckle coming from the businessman that I am with. “Oh, forgive me for my rudeness. This is Marcia, an associate of mine.” He introduced me and I formally presented myself. Although his ‘forgive my rudeness’ statement was more directed at me than to Octavia.

So far today, all I've managed to do is stare at my computer screen with all our inventory. I've even read the note about a thousand times trying to reveal the sender. Why am I so frustrated? I can't concentrate on anything to do with work. It's a good job I have my assistant Maisie here to serve the customers and keep things ticking over. Surely the mystery sender should know what sending this would do to me? Why send it to me and not Charlotte's parents or even the Police?

Her nervous face seemed relieved. After seeing it, I started eating again. While chewing the juicy steak in my mouth, I suddenly remembered the girl with a mask. The one and only Magda. I stopped eating and leaned my back on my seat. I remembered that Magda is living in the village where Angela lives. The village is small so it's possible she knew the mystery woman. "Angela..." I called out. She looked at me and stopped eating. "Yes, Clark?" she asked. I took a deep breath and released it slowly.

In her final moments of life, Lara came across Carla and in the nick of time, turned her. Turning in vampiric terms was yet another profound matter. Lara took Carla’s memories and wiped them from her mind, leaving within her, a new soul. Carla was Lara’s trusted assistant, her right-hand man and bodyguard. But even without her memories, Carla retained the purity of her soul. She was kind and innocent, and that part of her alone made me fill up with remorse for not being able to reciprocate her love.