Marcille X Laios Novels & Stories

"You really didn't do anything strange, did you? I was out of the office all day, and Niken didn't even give me a clue as to your whereabouts." Marc smiled slightly. Of course Niken wouldn't give away the big secret of his surprise. "I just met Mr. Miller. We're planning to work together to open a Sophie Laurent outlet in his country," Marc said. "Really?" she asked, still not convinced by his confession. Marc swallowed his saliva roughly. His thoughts became even more muddled when he saw her body under the golden glow of the lights. The girl had her arms around his waist. Her feet were on tiptoe just to gently kiss her lover's lips.

Marcia snapped. “Even someone as gifted as you in medicine, if you used marcellus mist, would still need at least an hour for it to take effect and bring him around, we would like to know, where is he?” Markus jumped in, sensing Marcia already losing her temper. “Marcellus mist? What is that?” Lacey asked Marcia quietly.

As she brought it even closer, she noticed tiny markings on it, too tiny for recognition which made her squint in an effort to make meaning of them, but she had hardly seen anything when a familiar voice startled her, making her close her palms against the glass item instinctively. " That's an e-con, " the voice said, compelling Alice to look up at who it was, she had been so immersed in her thoughts and in trying to figure out what the item was that she didn't hear David come in, he stood so close to the wall his back would have practically touched it if not for the leg he had pressed against it, he held a wineglass in his hand, and for some reason she couldn't help but feel uncomfortable

Marcel with a twisted expression and a crease between his brows covered the doorway with his body. He wore grey sweatpants and a towel hung carelessly down his neck. Lazy drops of water fell from his dirty blonde hair and his eyes held that similar dangerous glint. The Marcel at the doorway had no freckles at all. His body was exactly the same with the freckled one. What in heaven's name was happening?! What sort of sorcery was this?! Lyra turned towards the Marcel in black pants who had halted whatever song was playing and back to the Marcel in sweatpants who looked like a dragon about to breathe out fire with the way anger burned in his eyes.

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

Vamoire protested. Maridelle smirked. “You know what? You are slowing us.” Vamoire raised her eyebrow. She felt insulted, but she knows Maridelle is trying to say something. She let her speak. “I mean there is a faster way to make the war more chaotic.” She grinned. Maridelle pranced toward the monster caged at the corner of the laboratory. It is huge and bulky and his physiognomy is terribly grotesque. But she could feel the potential on its muscles bearing too much unused strength.

He looked forward to Rexius’ approval, to his shared excitement that the war they had been waiting for thousands of years was finally here. As Kyle continued deep underground, deep under City Hall, down another marble corridor, and through a huge set of medieval doors, he felt intoxicated. He had been waiting for this day for years. He loved the feeling of the huge entourage behind him, of the war that was about to come. He hadn’t felt this giddy since he’d witnessed the beheadings of the French Revolution.

Aiden said. “At sex?!.”Ales asked with confusion. Aiden smirked. “That would be lovely but no!, I ment with your powers!.” Aiden said. —— “We have a couple of intruders!.” The witches informed Marcel. “ “Let them pass through but don’t let them see you!.” Marcel instructed. They all followed Marcel’s words mindlessly, Liam and Marcel ventured into deep, they saw all their equipment and tools they used, Liams phone began to buzz. Marshal stared daggers at him. Liam walked fast out of the tunnels.

Before I had the chance to contemplate the interior further, we bumped into Luca. "Hi, Luca!" I said cheerfully. "Hello, giglio." He replied, grinning. "Don." He nodded, looking at Mariano. Mariano nodded back. "Luca," He drawled. "Get the message across - Isabelle is off limits." Oh? "Hey!" I protested, just to spite him. "But the men here are sexy." Mariano didn't spare me a glance. "Sí, Don." Luca nodded, walking away.

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