Novel & Cerita Marceline X Bubblegum

Marcel smiled faintly, yet asking as soon as their lips parted ways. “If it works, then hey… why not stick with it?” He chuckled at her keenness, adding “come on lets go inside, I need a shower… the heat in that greasy kitchen is no joke, I literally smell like fried eggs and I wasn’t even the one cooking.” “Eww! More like smoke and burnt oil.” Marcel held her nose, scrunching her face in disgust. “Haha! I hope you don’t expect to smell like roses tomorrow.”

For some strange reason, I couldn’t look away either. Then I heard the sound of sharp footsteps. Marceline. Her face was tight with anger as she marched toward us. She raised her hand, ready to smack the boy’s butt, but I caught her wrist. Her head snapped toward me, furious until she froze. Recognition filled her eyes. “Don’t hit him, Marceline,” I said with a smirk, deliberately calling her name. Her lips parted, trembling slightly. I saw the way her throat moved as she swallowed hard. “I’m happy you recognized me,” I added with a smile.

“Would you like to try it on, my Lady?” “She cannot afford the tax on the box, let alone the stone,” a shrill voice cuts through the shop. I do not turn around immediately. I close my eyes for one brief second, inhaling the scent of cheap rosewater and unearned arrogance. Marcella. She struts down the marble steps, three low-ranking pack girls trailing behind her like matching luggage. Her chin is held high, her lips painted a bloody, aggressive red. “Salesgirl,” Marcella snaps, waving a manicured hand. “Take that piece away from them. If their cheap stink gets on the silver, the magic will fade.”

" A sharp, familiar feminine voice cut through the raw emotion, slicing through the tense atmosphere. I snapped my head up, and there she was....Marceline. She stood in the center of the room, her brows furrowed in feigned confusion, a cruel mask concealing her triumph. The moment her eyes landed on me, a scoff left her lips, she folded her arms across her chest. "Oh? It's happened already?" She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, her expression a mixture of disdain and satisfaction. "What a shame." I swallowed hard, tears still streaming down my face, unable to speak. I looked up to Ronan, but he turned away quickly, the pain in his averted gaze was like a stark contrast to th

“Let’s head to the Selene Hall.” As both ladies turned into a corner going towards Selene Hall, April Rose, having such sharp instincts, noticed something rapidly approaching from behind. In a quick motion, she managed to catch a ball that was just about to hit Marceline before a slim-built guy with all sorts of tattoos and piercings showed up. "Oh, my Dracula!” Marceline glowered before eventually giving out an intense death glare towards the guy who was quickly approaching them. “Are you really trying to hit me with a ball?”

Marcelina's POV My throat tightened. I hadn't even told Xavier yet. And now this. Of course, Domenico would choose to say it like that. Like it was nothing more than a fact written on paper. Xavier looked between the two of us now, confusion turning into something sharper. "You're joking." No one laughed. The silence stretched again and finally, Xavier stepped away from me. "Marcelina," he said slowly, his eyes never leaving my face. "What the fuck did I just hear?"