Novel & Cerita Marceline Personality

I was mesmerized by how beautiful and soft she looked. Marcelene may look just like Inaya, but their behavior sure differs. Inaya is more of the gentle soul, she wouldn't hurt a fly on her own, but Marcelene is a character. Her audacity and stubborn nature drives me crazy. It brings out a side of me that I don't really know existed. I have never seen anyone so scared, but won't stop running their mouth. It amuses me all the time, especially when she summons all her courage and locks her eyes with mine. She is a sure fighter. “Nerine is also a seer, Roman.” Zach offered, still looking for ways to avoid bringing out Seer Jules from the dungeon.

Marcel wouldn't look this calm, soft and innocent in real life. Although Marcel was more of a pretty boy, he had a hint of rugged features and was scary - when he wants to be. Marcel was very handsome and had an effeminate beauty that made him more lethal than the average male out there. When he wasn't scowling or frowning - which he does all the time - he had this ingenous vibe that misled people - only for them to end up dead in the twinkle of an eye. Just like Mimi had not suspected him the first day they met, they would have taken him as an innocent stranger, until he communicated with her and she saw the demons hiding in those eyes.

Marcel began walking away. “Why would I divulge my reasons to you?” Celia followed him, wondering that as well. “Because maybe a good reason would make you seem less like a power–hungry maniac.” Marcel smirked. “Maybe I am a power–hungry maniac.” This bastard is playing with me. “If that were true, I imagine you’d have been making us build a castle like the humans do.” “You know, little Omega, that’s a good idea.”

Marcel roared furiously. I scoffed. "Not that kind of person? Then what is she? A sweet little saint who steals someone else's fiancé and brother?" I paused, my tone turning icy. "Marcel, I must've been blind to ever fall for someone like you—a scumbag who can't tell right from wrong and twists everything." "What are you talking about?" Marcel's voice became audibly flustered. "Jolene, listen to me. I can explain. Mona and I—"

“Is Marcel okay? Did something happen? Please tell me that he at the pack…” I laughed. Soft. Cutting. Cruel. “Oh, he’s fine. He is in the pack, just as he always is…” I said. “Perfectly well and pleased with himself, too proud to admit when he is wrong or actually think that he might be making a mistake.” “I don’t understand?” Elara asked, frowning when she heard my tone, clearly trying to process my words. “Is Marcel okay? Did he do something that he would regret? Is it true that he went out last night the way he did?”