Marceline Willow Lyrics Novels & Stories

"Fortitude your fears and let your wings spread apart.. Fly up until you reach the place where you've been aiming." "Let the havoc in you unleash, Be a raging fire and spread everywhere." Harold's song was interrupted as the bell rang loudly. "Might be the pizza man." He kept his guitar aside and walked upto to the door. And Helen was lost in her own world, she was all ready to set fire not only on Marcel's domain but to every kingdom who does crimes. "Mom??!!" Harold stood there with a box of pizza. "No..um..were you saying something??" She asked with smile.

She smiled and nodded. "105 is the number that comes to my head. When I think of all the years I want to be with you ..." we applauded when Malcolm started the song. "Yas go, Jason Derulo!" exclaimed Bea. "I'll say, will you marry me? I swear that I will mean it," Malcolm sang in the chorus. I turned to face Emilianna with a smile. I grinned as I looked at Emilianna. Is Malcolm planning on proposing? Emilianna burst out laughing and shook her head. I simply smiled at her and poked her on the side. "Stop it, Nola," she said while chuckling.

he replied and I was left shocked. What? ★ Marcel was alone in his quiet room but his thoughts weren't quiet. You have tried it your way and it didn't work. Those girls you brought were despicable and unpleasant. Now we want you to give us what we want - his eyes glow a bright blue. “What do you want?" Marcel asked. You already know what we want but still we will tell you again. We want the girl. Give us the girl - his eyes burnt red. “You want the girl so badly?"

But if there was one thing I had noticed about Marcelo Marino, it was that he loved to fuck with people. He sometimes even say something shit that weren't real just to get under their skin. Just like he was doing to me now. I reached into my pants pocket and pulled out my phone. Scrolled. Tapped. The first chords of a song started—soft piano, melancholy. Marcelo snatched the aux cord from the dash, he had never done anything so fast in his life. His nose flared up. “Absolutely not.” “Are you serious?” I asked, glaring hard at him.

My eyes opened and our eyes collided. His heavy breathing hit my face. Tears filled my eyes. I blinked them away. I was trying not to cry in front of him. Few drops managed to escape my eyes. Marcel kissed my tears away, with his soft lips before bringing back his eye to mine. "After what we just did, don't ever think of yourself as nothing," Marcel told me. "You're far greater than any she-wolf I've ever met." I nodded. He again kissed my neck. The door suddenly opened. Marcel and I were still naked in bed. Our eyes went to the door. My eyes closed for a moment. When I opened them I saw the Luna Trina Bloode-Wolffinton.

Marcel warned, ragingly pointing her long slender fingers inches away from his face. “Come on, this cash is my ticket to getting a new guitar. If I’m not in there then some lucky bastard is going to steal my barrowed strings and! afford to buy a new masterpiece.” “So, there’re replacing us too? This is just…. cruel.” Marcel disappointedly mumbled. After all the hard work she had put into practicing and begging Jesse to talk to the club owner just so they could finally get that one ‘big’ brake in life as a struggling rock band, this was how they repaid her?

Willow looks towards Marcel, her head shaking. “No!” Standing up she looks around herself, her lips turning up as she steps towards Marcel. “Marcel, what the hell?” Dan looks at him as he backs out the room. “It isn’t possible!” Marcel’s words are loud as his head shakes. “It isn’t possible.” His words are quiet now and he shakes his head realising somehow it must be; somehow turning her made her one of them without her killing. Willow watches as they back out of the room, a laugh escaping her mouth.

I look completely scared out of my mind. I sat dejectedly. I can't believe I'm about to lose Marcelene like I had lost Inaya. It can't happen again. If it does I don't think I would be able to take it. I would rather burn everything down than suffer again for the next one thousand years. My eyes caught something else. A piece of paper and on it was written, WILLOW. Fuck! I'll kill all of them. I'll make sure that they all perish in my hands.

“I have nothing? You would think that, wouldn't you? You all will scrap for the remains. I will make you taste what it really feels like to be humiliated just like you all did to me.” “You will come, you will grovel at my feet and I will step on you just like you did to me. You just watch and see!!”

“Do what you will. But mark my words, Marcel—this decision will cost you.” “I know how to deal with my battles. I don’t need you to fight for me,” Marcel replied. “Very well, then,” she said. “I’ll be waiting for you to come up to me and ask how you can get rid of her. Even though you’ve marked her, you know where to find me. But trust me, I won’t give you the information easily.” I heard her footsteps retreat, and then silence settled over the place. I clad my eyes with my eyelids as my racing heart knocked in my chest. I could barely breathe. I recognized my constricted throat was the result of fear. Why did I feel so… hollow?