Novel & Cerita Marceline X Bubblegum

“Hey, Michelle, you’re back!” I smiled. “Thanks. I’m not so thrilled to be back, but it is nice to see you again.” He made a face. “Yeah, things here are still the same, if not worse,” he pointed to the washing machine. “Exhibit A... Marcella is indeed making me wash her panties.” I shook my head. Marcella was a Zeta who had an obsession with Gabriel. She made him do ridiculous things, like cleaning her car without his shirt on, just so she could sit back and watch him. It was something Gabriel had to deal with often.

But I can’t help it. Especially when she looks at me with those pretty eyes and squirms under my touch. I want her pretty fingers wrapped around my cock, stroking me slowly. This is so fucking strange. If I haven’t felt anything in so long, why now? Why Madelaine? “Thank you, Doctor,” she said, walking away. My dick twitched in my pants. I literally can’t take my eyes off her. It’s impossible. She has a pretty pink birthmark around her right eye, shaped like a flower.

Meanwhile, Mara noticed Annabel's mood but was grateful that Annabel didn't do anything stupid. As everyone sat quietly, all the attention was on Crystabel's mouth. They all looked at her mouth as she carelessly chewed those bubble gum and the crazy girl didn't mind at all. She continued to chew her bubble gum as her eyes got hold of Annabel's ice cream. She took a spare ice cream spoon and dipped it into Annabel's ice cream without her permission as she started licking it.

She pulled me along to sit down on a bench under an oak tree, towering over the pathway. Kane walked away from us, scanning the area, the ever-watchful guard. Marcelle produced a packet from her bag. She offered it to me. Inside was an array of sweets; strings of licorice, bon-bons and jelly sweets. I laughed and took a string of black licorice. “Don’t judge me, I have a sweet tooth.” She pouted, looking like a naughty child. “Maybe I should offer some to old sourpuss over there,” she whispered, her head close to mine, conspiring. “Maybe it would sweeten him up a bit.”

The booth guy yelled, and the kids cheered on. I smiled at my shadow on the beach like sand. If my pride were human, it'd be getting bandaged all over… Marcel walked over to the store, talking to the men for minutes, before he came back with two fountain cakes, his eyes never leaving mine as he took a bite from one of them teasingly. “Oh, if this is what you describe as fun, then this is really fun, River…” he said. “Free fountain cakes for the cute little bunnies who cheered these couples up…” one of the men cried out excitedly as kids rushed to the front store, and I gave Marcel a knowing look.

Marceline paused, her wide eyes blinking, "Huh......" I curled my lips, kicking her in the foot. Naturally, I'd be surprised that she could actually forget about her pseudonym - but then again, this was Marceline. Clumsy and cluelessly forgetful. "Ouch!" - She winced, pouting regretfully. Rachel on the other hand had her eyes on the both of us, she must have felt that something was off but couldn't place her hands on what seemed wrong. Marceline chuckled wrily, "You think so?"

Now, standing before the mirror, she felt only a slow, simmering disgust at how easily she had accepted being caged. She turned slightly, watching the fabric move with her, the open back was revealing more skin than she thought. For the first time in a long while, Marceline felt… good. The realization came quietly, slipping in between breaths as she stood before the vanity. She reached for her makeup and took her time with it, with intention. She smoothed her complexion, brightened her eyes, and softened what the other days had bruised without trying to erase it. She traced her eyeliner a little sharper than usual, lifted her lashes, and chose a deep, seductive red for her lips.

a masculine voice came through. Marcel

Elsewhere, Marcel stared at his laptop screen, smiling with satisfaction. "You think you're safe... but I have my next step planned. And this time, no one can evade it." As Marcel spoke, the disfigured woman came to see him, as she was now working as Marcel's maid. "You are a great man, Mr. Marcel. Why don't you just take Alice?" "It's not time yet. Why have you come to see me?"

She pressed her words firmly. “Unfortunately, Grandfather doesn’t think so.” Tension crackled between them, colder than the pounding bass outside. --- Unbeknownst to Adrian, Marceline had already signaled the waiter, who now returned with another tray of drinks. This glass looked identical, but its contents had been tampered with. “Try this,” Marceline said softly, sliding it toward him. “Think of it… as our peace offering.” Adrian stared at it in silence. Then, smiling faintly, he picked it up. Marceline’s breath caught, her eyes glinting with hope.