Marcella Brand Novels & Stories

She winked, and I flushed again. “No, I don’t...” “Hahahahaha.” Her fresh laugh rang through the garden, mixing with the sharp click of my heels as I hurried after her long Alpha strides toward the street, where the valets were pulling cars up. Nothing in this family is what it looks like... and somehow I’d found an ally where I least expected it. ***** LORENZO So this Marcella turned out to be Beta Vasiliev’s bastard daughter.

“The first letter read: ‘I, Prince Habeb, the Prince of Suramy demand from you, Banabella, whose name I discovered in my dreams. I beg you in the name of your own god, grant me my wish, and avoid being uprooted from the face of the earth.” The second parchment read: “Because you have hidden Banabella in an unidentifiable place, with the intent of deceiving me, I’ll tread upon your bodies and make your kingdom bare like ordinary earth. Till I see Banabella, the people of Muzagah shall not be privileged to take in air into their nostrils before the sun sets tomorrow. Prince Habeb speaks!’

Alexander placed Marcello upon a high stool, steadying him with a hand at his shoulder. Then he faced the audience. “Tonight,” he began smoothly, “I invited you here for two reasons. First—to enjoy the show. And second—to announce the name of our new children’s brand.” A pause. Measured. Deliberate. He rested his hand lightly on Marcello’s shoulder. “This collection,” he said, voice carrying easily across the terrace, “will bear the name—Marcello.” For a heartbeat, the world narrowed. Ava’s ears rang.

"I'll respond to them and ask for a meeting time, I'll meet with them tomorrow." "That's great, hurry up and get cleaned." I smiled and he nodded before disappearing to do just as he had been told. When he was gone, I plunged into a seat and pulled my phone out just to explore G****e on who Marcello was, since I'd never heard of them. It turned out to be a multi millionaire fashion designer brand with so much to offer. A part of me worried about what this could do to my relationship with Frank but it was too early to think about that.

She puts the seatbelt on, closes the door and goes on the other side to sit on the driver's seat. "Cannoli. Cannoli. Cannoli!" Marcella shakes her head while driving the car. They arrive at the dessert store and she orders Mariella's favorite. "Piccolina," Marcella kneels in front of Mariella who's waiting for her Cannoli. "I'll just go somewhere, can you stay here for a while?" "Where are you going, mamma?" "Just somewhere." "You'll come back, right?" She questions while slowly blinking. "Of course, silly." Marcella chuckles before slightly pinching Mariella's little nose.

What client could be making him smile like that? "Lorenzo's and lies" I muttered under my breath. "Did you say something?" He asked ""No, I didn't," I lied. "I am leaving this damn hall, do you hear me?" As I turned to leave, I saw Ciara, she was all dressed up, holding a Marchesa clothing bag. Marchesa is the biggest company brand in New York City that deals in female dresses. She approached me smiling, stretching forward the bag to me. "Please don't tell me you were in on it too?"

It was forbidden for the toys to go down the basement, it was for another work. "Pablo..." she said and a man handsome in black jeans and navy blue shirt along with a black leather jacket, his hair tied up in a bun as he turned around smoking a cigarette. "Oh, Blair... we got a problem with Giovanni..." he spoke in his seductive tone. "Pablo, handle this already. I have got a lot to do," Cliterella aka Blair Fernsby... she's the love therapist at day and mafia boss at night. She is said to the worst Irish mafia lady... the most fierce one of all.

Marcella was the one who most desired to marry the heir of the Montecillo family. “By the way, have you heard someone booked the Hemisphere Restaurant again?” Marcella said. Hearing this, Corinne became excited and eager to know more. “The Hemisphere restaurant?” she confirmed. “Isn’t that the crystal restaurant in the UFO Building?” Corinne asked with raised eyebrows. “I don’t know which rich heir booked it. They didn’t say, but…” Marcella paused, glancing at Anna with a mocking look. “I remember, you got married on the 13th of March too, right?”

“I’m happy to say I sent him there. Bastard couldn’t get the job done though.” “You bitch!” Dad roared. Marcella’s face twisted in shock when Dad lunged for her. She ran into the kitchen and I ran after them. Marcella snatched a small brown pot from the counter. I’d never seen that piece of pottery before. “Stay right there!” She ordered. Dad and I froze. “If you move I’ll drop it and your Father gets it,” she warned. “What is that? What are you dabbling in?” She threw her head back. “The good thing about my positions is they make Roman tell me everything. He told me about you losing your cursed mark. I went to great lengths to buy that mark! Your mother-in-law says hello and she’ll see you

Because standing infront of me were two terrifying mobsters. Marcel pushed his hands inside his pocket and pulled a card out before placing it on the counter. "My offer still stands, you can contact me." He winked and walked out of the kitchen along with Harold. I took the card from the counter to tear it apart but before tearing it, I read what was in it. Marcel Delacourt, New Port, near San Marino, Pearl City, O'ahu, Hawaii. Main branch: Marcel Delacourt, Viale Maria Cristina di savoia 16 Pontasserchio, Pisa, Italy.