Marcille X Izutsumi Novels & Stories

YEEEEEES, Chapter 3 is up. (: ENJOY, VOTE, COMMENT, LIKE. xo, Black. “Hi, I’m Jade Marshall,” a gorgeous girl came up to me while I was entering the school. I froze and looked at her cautiously. I wasn’t expecting to meet someone this fast and I was actually hoping I didn’t meet anyone at all today. Darn, bad luck just loves me. Jade had clear blue eyes and dark long hair that reached up to her belly button. Her bangs were cut side swept and her smile was stunning. She was also tall and wore a black leather jacket. Her olive skin was glowing in the sun. For a moment, I thought she just came from a photo shoot, but I quickly shook the thoughts away and gave her a small smile. “Welcome to Craw

He smiled when he saw them, pushing up his glasses on his face. “i’m glad you guy made it safely, I made you a small map of the surroundings so you don’t get lost, all the activities have been planned and I’ll be your tour guide if you need me” Cory paused, he opened his mouth to say something else but nothing came out of his mouth. He was staring at Camila, specifically at the red marks that covered her skin. Roman snorted. He was sure Cory thought it was a rash or something, yah, he was that dorky.

I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..." "Mortal!" The guard puppet beside him said, which made me look at it. Well, I guess it's better that I am tagged as a mortal. I can keep a low profile. "Your dress looks like that of a witch." The guard smiled at me and turned to face Feirro, who was standing beside me. "My name is Feirro Erickson, and I'm from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a werewolf!" The guard puppet looked at him and verified, "Werewolf!"

Rick ordered, already walking off. He paused on his track “What’s your name?” “Gray,” the boy answered softly. Rick's eyes flicked back to him, cold, but a twitch at the corner of his mouth, almost like a smirk. Then he disappeared around the corridor. Charles grabbed Gray by the wrist and led him up the stairs. They turn to the left following through a long corridor that leads to a door. Two doors stood opposite each ot, both decorated in gold color and had some fine patterns on them. A carved mystical beast on it, which looked like a Lycan.

After naming Grace, Marcel locked himself in his room. he didn't want to talk or tell anyone about what he was going through now. Marcel just sat quietly in the corner of the bed his eyes felt very empty. it was very clear that he was exhausted because his eye bags looked blackened. Marcel only stared at a beautiful picture of his late wife's face that he still brought home after his wife was buried. Because that was all Marcel had. it was the only memory left for Marcel.

First, the kids said thanks to her, kissed her cheek, and now they're defending her from the Yakuza princess? Can this day get any better? The best dusk of her life. Izumi said no word, and despite Marie's pleas, she got her phone and dialled a line. "Purinsesu" Kaito's voice came from the other side with a Japanese accent, and Izumi smiled, the red on her white dress giving her the look of a vengeful, restless ghost. "The alliance with the Cosa Nostra? I want it cancelled. Now!" She spat.

Marc squats down, shoving his face in mine our noses almost touching. My lips tip to the side “Hi Marc” His eyebrows go up “Do you need an accomplice?” Huh? I go back a little because all I can see are his hazel eyes “What?” “For the little shenanigans you have planned,” he looks pointedly at my all-black outfit, making me laugh “what's wrong with my outfit? you’re wearing all black” I point out. In a black shirt, dark jeans, and black boots. He looks really attractive in an epic bad-boy persona, his hazel eyes sparkling with mischief

Now that she said her piece and drew the line, she turned to leave. "Wait, please-" his arm hurriedly grabbed her wrist, twitching like he was scared of hurting her. His grab caused the sleeve of her dress to roll up a little, he stared at her wrist, a surprised glint lingering in his eyes as she jerked away from his touch. "That mark..." He said, suddenly uncuffing his shirt and rolling off the sleeve, he outstretched his right arm next to hers, "it's the same as mine." Maria has had that birthmark since forever and she was convinced she was born with it, it looked like a faint tattoo of a fiery sun and has faded even more as she grew older. Why then did he have the same one on his wrist at

She had an hourglass figure, her large breasts spilling out of her bodice, barely held back with the string keeping the ensemble together. “My name is Izabelle,” Izzy said, holding her hand out to greet the woman. Two other girls sat next to the dark-haired beauty. One had silver, white hair with deep purple eyes and the other had hair the color of moss, a deep green shade that shone in the light. Her eyes were brown like her companion. Her unique hair color caught Izzy’s eye and she stared at it in awe. “That’s Marchessa,” Marielle said softly. Marchessa didn’t answer Izzy or shake her hand so Izzy withdrew her arm and continued to tear bites off her roll.

The two times that I had gone to the bar in the company of several colleagues, he had been there, of course talking and laughing with Eva and going to her office on business and both times, I had left after 10 minutes, and since then I hadn’t gone to that place anymore. Of course, it wasn't just in there, no, of course not. Last week I went out to eat with several women from the company at a popular Japanese restaurant two blocks from Be productive, when I turned my gaze to a corner and met with amused feminine eyes, while her companion smiled at her really comfortable. Yes. I’m talking about Mark and Jessica. Jessica the bitch. The only thing missing was her tail and her barking. The nigiri