Marcella Cortez Novels & Stories

I attended all my lectures before making my way to the cafeteria to have some much-needed coffee that needed to get into my system after a hectic day. I bought a coffee and as I was about to make my way towards an empty table I saw Maverick coming towards me. I knew I couldn't talk to him any longer and I turned around ready to rush out of the cafeteria when instead I bumped into a guy spilling all my coffee on his white shirt and branded white shoes. "What the fuck?" Way to go, Arabella.

I power on the device, clicking on the call button and dialing the only number I know. She picks up after two rings. "Bella?" "I lost my phone." "Where the hell are you?" she snaps. "I've been waiting for you at the hospital." "Hospital?" She's silent for a while. "You don't know?" she asks slowly, cautiously. My heart drops and suddenly I'm so cold that my hands are shaking. Something terrible must have happened. "Mark was poisoned. He's in the hospital as we speak. His mother is here too and she has asked me to call you like fifteen times now. The doctor says it's not looking good," she explains.

He held on to my right shoulder, so I turned to face him. "Will you take your hand off my shoulder or I'll turn you into a mouse?" I raised my left eyebrow, glaring at his cold yet undeniably handsome face. "Whoops!" He immediately took his hand off my shoulder. "You two! What are you waiting for?" The guard on the table called us. He's looking at me from head to toe right now. I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..."

Friendzone her. "Rita, why are you sitting at the last?" Suddenly two females come in our line, eyeing between me and Rita. "Shelly, this is Ethan. Today is his first day and session in our office.” Her friends sit beside her while passing their flirtatious smiles to me. Oh, no... I am already allergic to bitches. Not today Satan. I'll do your rituals every weekend, but not today, please. "Hi Ethan, I am-" Her petite voice sinks below the loud noise coming from the crowd, all reporters rush towards the gate like an orgasm. I try to get up from the chair to see who entered.

“You would be dying for a good cause, “ he gripped my hand tighter, pulling me closer. “If Nikolas finds out what you’re doing, I will kill you myself.” He let me go, and I instinctively clutched my wrist in pain. He got up from the table after tucking the document I gave him inside the jacket of his coat. “Go on, Antonio. I would like to talk to Viola about women's business.” He left with a huff, leaving me with Mother. “Guess who I saw at the Cartier store the other day?” She asked. Without waiting me to answer, she did it for me, “Aurora Mancini.”

“Every flame they stoked now echoes in ashes and sometimes, plan B is the only thing stronger than fear”. The club shimmered beneath red light like a secret you weren’t supposed to find. Marcella DeRossi-once Alba,now something far colder and more cunning—sat in her private booth on the mezzanine floor of the Del Porto Club. Her legs were crossed, lips stained wine-red, cigarette burning slow between her fingers. She looked like every man’s dream and every woman’s warning. Tonight was supposed to be her last job, the final performance in the long, winding opera they’d orchestrated Ellie, Amy, and herself. Across town, a message had been slipped into the hands of one of Ellie’s father’s trust

the freckled Marcellus added. "Twin?! "

She asks sweetly and I happily nod my head while Lucas just stares at her. “So to start with the most obvious one. No, I am not his sister, we just work together.” She answers and my eyes widen. “Oh god. Don’t tell me you work in IT.” I say as I remember Carter telling me his ex-used to work with him. “Oh, so you did tell her about Angela.” She teases Lucas and he just rolls his eyes, “No, I am not Angela, his ex and to put you at ease. I am happily married with a kid. Lucas and I are just coworkers. Well, I am his boss actually.”

“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.