Marceline Outfits Novels & Stories

“You go ahead, I’ll call the maid.” Not understanding all this, Marcel chose to return to his room. Marcel decided to take a shower and clean up again, when he came out it turned out that there were already several sets of men’s clothes neatly arranged on his bed. He took off the clothes and Marcel chose a pair of blue shirts and a black jacket with dark-colored sleek pants. As soon as he left the room, there was already a guard standing ready to greet him. “Where are you going, sir?” the man asked.

"Central to Six-Three Corporal, Medics are on scene and requesting status." "Central, you can send them in. Scene’s secured." Maxine hurried the girls into their bedroom before the medics got through the door. Marcello walked to the bathroom and checked on the wife. She sat on the floor, her back against the tub, and faced the doorway. She wore a loose black tank top with no bra. Torn, it fell from her right shoulder. We could see her nipple. The woman's legs spread open, and she was barefoot. Her unzipped short shorts were loose and exposed her crotch.

"You. Stop right there." I paused. I did not turn my head. Marcella stepped into the dim light of the backstage corridor. She was wearing a crimson silk dress that screamed new money. Her cousin, Hazel, dragged behind her, looking miserable. "I need to know who designed that silver cloak immediately," Marcella demanded. She did not look at my face. She was staring at the empty wardrobe rack behind me. "Tell the designer I am buying it. Name the price. I want it delivered to my dressing room before the festival ends."

It’s just a two-minute load of work, but there’s something calming about folding a blanket, straightening the sheets, and puffing the pillows in the right place. There are a few thin filaments of light piercing through a hole in the curtain, all perfectly hitting the floor. Being a lady who grew up doing household work, her first instinct was to open up the curtain to let fresh rays of morning sunlight into the room; however, as soon as she held the curtain hem, the door flung open behind her. Clad in a light yellow button-down blouse with a black ribbon and a knee-length maroon skirt, Marceline showed up. "Good morning, sweet roomie! I brought your uniforms," greeted Marceline in her usual

That night I can barely sleep, tomorrow is Friday so I just have to wait one more day till I find out what Carlos has in store for me. The next day drags on, my thoughts are too preoccupied to sketch and Marcels babbling rampage of thoughts and historical facts seem to be in full action all day long make the day feel even more long. When 8pm hits Marcel claps his hands together "I know, let's go get you something nice to wear for tomorrow" I cross my arms and frown at his words "I don't even know where I'm going or what I'm doing, how will I know what to wear?!" I proclaim "well there's no harm in showing up looking your best" he says and quickens his pace ahead towards a bundle of clothing

“My God! Is that Sadie Landry?” “The one who had a scandal with Chanel?” whispers flew. But Sadie kept her head held high as she felt an encouraging pat on her back. One that made her skin spring alive. Since her dress had a full open back, Marcel’s hand had skimmed across her bare skin, making her body flush even hotter. “I told you, you look exquisite, baby girl.” Marcel whispered, and she tried not to look affected, responding with a short smile. Right now, they were supposed to be in a professional setting,

“Whoa…” Amusement dances in Marcello’s eyes while scanning his niece from head to toe. Mariella’s just wearing a simple knee-length peachy dress, bought by her mother a month before her death. “You look stunning tonight.” “Uh… Thanks.” It feels like she was complimented by Marcella because for the record, Marcello looks like a boy version of her mother. “Let’s go?” Mariella nods and follows her uncle to the back gate where his car is parked.

She thought it was funny that they feared their Alpha, but did not realize that if what Selene said was true, they should really fear her. After breakfast, the twins escorted Marcia to the library, where the pack seamstress was waiting with the most beautiful gown she had ever seen. Pure white with embroidered moons along the bottom edge of the tulle skirt, a fitted off-the-shoulder bodice, and hints of iridescent threads going throughout. As soon as Marcia saw it, she broke down in tears. It was perfect.

However, you ought to buy her some new clothes," Chris said, assuming Marcelyn was still donning the same outfit he had last seen her in. "She's not going to keep wearing this, is she?". She was wearing a different shirt because Darell had instructed her to throw away her old ones because they were blood-stained. Inquiring as to how she would appear in new clothing, Marcelyn pulled on the shirt she was wearing. Because they were comfortable, she kind of liked wearing the shirt as shorts.

, Marcellus stated, he didn't want to think about it much cause he was already feeling annoyed, Morgana placed her hand in husband rubbed it, "let's prepare" Marcellus decided to wear a light blue shirt with dark blue jeans and a brown leather belt. He paired it with his pair of brown leather shoes. Morgana, on the other hand, opted for a white blouse with a light grey blazer and black pants. She decided to let her curly black hair flow freely. She paired her outfit with a pair of black heels that made her feel confident and powerful. She accessorized with simple silver earrings and a watch. The vampires should know what they got coming for them.