Marceline Novels & Stories

I attended all my lectures before making my way to the cafeteria to have some much-needed coffee that needed to get into my system after a hectic day. I bought a coffee and as I was about to make my way towards an empty table I saw Maverick coming towards me. I knew I couldn't talk to him any longer and I turned around ready to rush out of the cafeteria when instead I bumped into a guy spilling all my coffee on his white shirt and branded white shoes. "What the fuck?" Way to go, Arabella.

A burning Blue flame of Death. “My God," Rhino muttered as he stumbled backwards a bit, almost falling down and his man had to hold him. ★ Location: Marcel's mansion. A beautiful lady dressed in a short cream gown with long silver heels could be seen at the entrance of the see-through gate ringing the bell. The beautiful lady happens to be none other than Gloria and she was here today determined to see Marcel. He has been constantly in her thoughts and it almost like he was some kind of hard drug she couldn't do without.

So I have to be on time for the meeting. —Okay, go, I love you, take care of yourself. "I love you too, see you," Luciana said before hanging up and immediately leaving for the company. She had arrived a few minutes before the meeting, and when she was in the hallway that went to the meeting room she heard crying, which was He was surprised, he followed the sound and found a small girl, beautiful, with black hair and waves, her eyes were brown and she had a beautiful mole near her nose on the left side of her face that was under her secretary's desk.

The logic didn't add up. Marceline wasn't a fast walker. Logan easily caught up to her, but he silently trailed her in the night instead of revealing himself. Over ten minutes later, Marceline entered a rundown neighborhood where the dim lights served no real purpose. Many of the buildings were dilapidated and unsafe for tenants. Logan was perplexed. Why would the daughter of the richest man in the city live in such a place? A row of shacks lined the ground near the dilapidated buildings. Marceline entered one of the alleys, turned on the tap water, and began washing her hair and face.

I ask the question that has been eating me up since day one. "That was actually a causality on our part. Since you were illegally subletting the apartment, it originally belonged to Rick Hanson, which was typically known as a safe house for us agents here. Carter thought he was just seeking refuge under one of our helper's roof." He answers as I nod my head, finally getting the answer to almost all of my questions. “Wait, are you Frank? I heard your name a few times when Lucas and Eleanor were fighting.” I ask him excitedly.

She regretted that she had made the mistake of coming back at all. "Nazi!!" called out Magdalena, "Mother, are you home?!" Something made a noise inside the shack. Clearly, someone was home. “Mom!! Aunt Tamia, are you in there?” Magdalena shouted. The wooden door slowly opened, and a frightening-looking woman appeared in the doorway. It was not aunt Tamia, whose face had been deformed since childhood. It was Nazi, Magdalena’s mother.

Elsewhere, Marcel stared at his laptop screen, smiling with satisfaction. "You think you're safe... but I have my next step planned. And this time, no one can evade it." As Marcel spoke, the disfigured woman came to see him, as she was now working as Marcel's maid. "You are a great man, Mr. Marcel. Why don't you just take Alice?" "It's not time yet. Why have you come to see me?"

I brought out my phone, clicking on a familiar chat room which belonged to Marceline. [Where's her next destination?] [Abandoned building, F-150 block B.] - She replied without a moment delay. I smiled briefly, finally getting the address before dashing out of the set room.

“Hey, Michelle, you’re back!” I smiled. “Thanks. I’m not so thrilled to be back, but it is nice to see you again.” He made a face. “Yeah, things here are still the same, if not worse,” he pointed to the washing machine. “Exhibit A... Marcella is indeed making me wash her panties.” I shook my head. Marcella was a Zeta who had an obsession with Gabriel. She made him do ridiculous things, like cleaning her car without his shirt on, just so she could sit back and watch him. It was something Gabriel had to deal with often.

“Are you worth speaking to? Unless you want me to take action, and have you sued for harassment and distress, I suggest you leave this room. I don't give a fuck if your father is the mayor or my neighbor's dog.“ Marceline spoke without turning to face the nurse. She heard the nurse tump her foot on the floor, huffed in annoyance and left. But what she didn't know, the lady was not ordinary. She was indeed the mayor's daughter, but she was no nurse. She was planted by Victoria to ruin Marceline. And so, the second she stepped out of the ward, she saw a woman taking food to Marceline. She quickly di