Romans & histoires Marceline's Closet

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

A spark of defiance ignited within Georgina, her gaze meeting Marcelo's without hesitation. Marcelo, oblivious to the storm brewing within Georgina's heart, continued his sarcastic tone. "Long night, huh?" he taunted, unaware that his words only added fuel to the fire burning within her. Marcelo's hands clapped together twice, and as if summoned by his command, two housekeepers swiftly entered the room, each gracefully maneuvering a sliding wardrobe. With precision and grace, they positioned themselves on either side of the wardrobe, expertly parting the curtains to reveal a tantalizing array of clothes, suspended on hangers with utmost care.

The sun was high up, sunlight concentrating through the opening of the nearly shut windows. Marcel wasn’t in the room. The rest of the group was sleeping, except Zeeb. Celia gave him a questioning look. “How did I…?” get up here? Zeeb shrugged before standing and stretching. When bones cracked, he let out a satisfied smile. Celia turned to the door. She could feel him coming long before his footsteps were within range of her hearing. She was off the bed at the same time that Marcel entered the room. “Rise and shine, my little Weres,” he said, a bright grin on his face and a big brown sack tucked under his arm.

"Of course. Let me know what I can do." She pointed at the wooden stairs. "If you go upstairs, you will find Marlene's office on the left. She always keeps candles in the closet. We need five white candles and two black ones." I went upstairs as she told me. Marlene's cabinet turned out to be one huge mess, with tons of books lying on the floor and papers flying around the room. Fortunately, it was easy to find a massive ebony closet with beautifully carved flowery ornaments. I opened it, and the candles rolled out all over the floor. Well, at least I didn't have to look for them for too long.

I was perfecting my contour when Marcella opened my door, hands behind her back, and a mischievous look on her face. "What's going on?" I asked skeptically. She stopped hiding her hands and revealed a big white gift box, with a red ribbon in the middle. "What's that?" "You tell me." I snatched the box from her, and pulled off the red ribbon. I gasped slowly when I opened it. The box contained red mules and a dress. I picked up the dress and this time, Marcella gasped. It was a baby pink mini corset dress with embellished jewels.

Marcel was a bone stuck in my throat that no matter how much I tried to get rid of him, I just couldn't. He not only claimed my ex-wife and children, he took everything I owned, everything that was dear to my heart, and… I was pathetic. Pathetic! I spat out blood. “Kill me already. It is evident that Layzal takes orders from you and you have been stalling time in killing me!” A small smile played on Marcel’s lips as he crossed his hands over his chest. “That is because I want to get rid of you myself. You will be transferred to the dungeon in the Moonstone pack house where you will be executed alongside your wife, Susan!”

it is much lighter. Marcello leans back against the couch, shirt sleeves rolled out and tie loosened. Hos jacket has been forgotten on one of the chairs opposite us. He looks uncharacteristically carefree. It’s a sight that’s rare. Marcello never lounged out here. You either found him in his room, his office or down in the basement working out. “ You kept picking skirts.” I say teasingly “ and you didn’t pick enough. If we have a girl , are you going to turn her into a tomboy? And what if they’re both girls?” he replies with a scoff

Charlotte Hayes’ POV That night was scorching. I awoke the next morning to the sound of people mumbling outside the room. I discovered myself naked on a soft, white queen-sized bed. "Is this his room? " I asked, rubbing my swollen eyes from crying the night before. His room is minimalist, but it exudes a luxurious vibe; one that only the wealthy have. A massive chandelier illuminated the entire room. The floor was smooth marble, and the walls were covered in professional paintings. Not to mention that there were clothes all over the magnificent floor as a result of what happened the day before. "His house is quite large... like a mansion." I got up, covering my body with the sheets, and bega

The rain has started and is in full downpour now. "Marcella!" I yell as I run into the house. She is marching down the stairs with a carton box filled with books and pictures. "It's the last of my things, don't worry." She says as she walks forward, heading for the door. "Marcella, please. Listen." I plea as I follow her outside. "You were right, I shouldn't have just sat there and watched them--" I say, raising my voice to be heard over the heavy rain.

Even now, even when he wasn’t there, he was still arranging her movements, deciding how far she could go, how long she could be gone. He was making sure she never strayed too far from him. Marceline went back upstairs in silence. The house felt larger than usual, every step echoing too loudly. She bathed carefully, avoiding her reflection for as long as she could, washing away the lingering scent of him, the touch she could still feel on her skin. She dressed slowly, choosing clothes that wouldn’t draw attention, that wouldn’t provoke questions, that wouldn’t invite suspicion...habits she hadn’t realized she’d already learned.