Novel & Cerita Marceline's Closet

"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.

Recalling her past encounter with Victor only strengthened Macy's desire to conquer. There was no turning back now and so she resumed her journey to the second floor where she knew Marcel would be since it belonged to him. Marcel sat on the sofa pouring himself another drink since his cousin stole the first one when Macy came in. At first, he wanted to ask her the reason for the unsummoned visit when he noticed her aura and he knew immediately. Macy stood before Marcel without saying a word before her hands began to work on the buttons of her overcoat till she took it off and was in nothing but her underwear.

He didn’t even blink. Marcelline breathed in slowly, forcing her shoulders to stay relaxed. “We’ll see.” Marcelline crossed the room toward a polished oak cabinet by the wall. Tucked discreetly at its base was a small box—plain, worn, the only container for the possessions she had chosen to take. Her hand barely brushed the handle when Selene’s voice lashed out. “Stop right there.” Marcelline stilled, turning slowly. Selene’s lips curved into a cruel smile, her perfectly manicured finger pointing at the box.

Marceline’s POV I walked straight to the closet as soon as I entered the bedroom. Without wasting time, I changed out of the clothes I was wearing into something far more fashionable. Today, I had plans...shopping for outfits and jewelry. There was this new brand in town that Celesta had been raving about. So I decided to check it out...typically the kind of thing a wealthy housewife would do. I paused before the standing mirror, admiring myself. Gorgeous, I whispered, smiling at my reflection. I grabbed my bag, slid in my payment cards, and picked up my car key.

Their chit-chat ended as Mrs Harris, their teacher entered the classroom. ........ Meanwhile, Helen was in home. She missed her office because Marcel was home today but Marcel was out for some business. She looked at the suit case which was placed at the corner of her room. She smiled and walked upto it to unpack it for Marcel. She dragged the suitcase upto the bed before lifting it and placing it onto the bed. She opened the zipper of the suitcase revealing Marcel's clothes. She took one of his shirt and hugged it with a smile, the scent in it was different, it was not his. Maybe he changed his cologne. She thought to herself.

"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."

His voice was firm, though his mind was clouded with questions. La Rouge pulsed with red neon lights. Music throbbed, laughter and dancing filled the air. Adrian walked in with steady steps, his tall figure standing out in the crowd. His eyes instantly landed on Marceline, seated elegantly in the VIP lounge, clad in a shimmering black gown with a glass of wine in hand. “Adrian.” Marceline offered a faint smile, as if there were no hostility between them. “At last, you came.” “What exactly is your purpose, calling me to a place like this?” Adrian sat across from her, his gaze icy.

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.

Marcelina's POV At the back section of the store, I stopped in front of a row of... things. I wasn't even sure what half of them were supposed to be called. Lingerie. That much I knew. But this? This was something else entirely. I reached out slowly, brushing my fingers against a piece that looked more like decoration than actual clothing. It was a matching set—soft fabric, thin straps, lace that barely seemed to hold anything together. There were small clips hanging from the bottom, connected to even thinner straps.

Marcel sighed and said, “Okay.” He stepped into the room and Lista immediately closed the door. For a moment, Marcel was transfixed by the size of the room he occupied. He looked around and was immediately sedated by a large bed that looked comfortable. A table and chair set is also available so Marcel can use it for work. Apart from that, Marcel’s wallet and cellphone had been returned, and he was sure that Lista had tampered with those two personal items. Marcel opened the large cupboard which was located not far from the bed, many piles of clothes were neatly arranged in it. He picked one piece at random and changed his clothes.