Marceline X Bubblegum Novels & Stories

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.

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.

older then me maybe but yea , he was most certainly a man not a woman . Selina blew up another bubblegum " I don't know what you were thinking , you shouldn't have screamed instead you should have creeped on the creeper , and did a solid ten on him by whacking him right on the head with your base ball bat , that would have taught him , that would "

Given that the two of these guys know how to handle a gun, the wall of balloons was empty at the end of the game. The attendant was in shock. Leo gave the man a salute before grabbing three of the biggest prizes that the stall has to offer. I squealed in joy as Leo handed me the huge squishmallow. It was probably the softest thing that I've ever held in my entire life. We went on many more games and rides until the sun was starting to set. I enjoyed the day more than I expected. I've never had an experience like this before and I was glad that I was able to experience this at least once in my life. "We should ride the ferris wheel before we go," I told the two.

——— In the meanwhile, Amelia swam ashore, filled with a buoyant and jubilant mood. As her mermaid tail touched the ground, a magical transformation occurred, and her tail morphed into a pair of long, slender human legs. She wiggled her toes in sheer delight, relishing this newfound sensation. Standing upright on her legs for the first time, Amelia couldn't contain her excitement. She danced and jumped around like a child experiencing a delightful game. "Princess Amelia... Princess Amelia... ouch!!" Amelia heard a faint voice calling out. Curious, she looked around and spotted a hermit crab emerging from the sand under her feet. "Princess Amelia, it's me, Herald, the hermit," the crab said wi

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?”