Marcus And Ginny Head Scene Novels & Stories

If I didn’t know better, I would almost think that she was… nervous. With a smirk, Harry turned on his heel and headed toward the door. His hand rested on the knob for a moment before he turned back to give me one final glance over his shoulder, raising his free hand in the shape of a gun. “Remember, Miss Morgan,” he began, aiming the finger-gun at my head. “One misstep… Bang.” Harry’s words made me flinch. A chuckle escaped his lips, and just like that, he and Marina were gone. A long, palpable silence fell over the room in their wake. Suddenly, the place of warm memories and passionate touches felt like a tomb haunted by Logan’s demons.

I say almost quietly but loud enough for them to hear me. They both glance at each other with a pressed smile before turning back to me. "What" I say, not understanding the looks on their faces. Ginny sighs, "Two days earlier, you called very early in the morning to tell us how you're getting married and stuff, you sounded really happy, and well even if we wanted to be in support of you, we found it really weird. One night we went to a club and the next minute, you're getting married, that didn't sound very you, Scarlett get married?"

“I told Maggie already so that’s settled.” Noah thought about it for a second then nodded. “Fine. Keep in touch.” Leo didn’t say anything to me as he nodded happily and walked away to join the scheming witch. “Ginny?” I turned my gaze to Noah and realized he was watching me quizzically. “Are you ready to go?” “Um yeah, I guess I am.” He wouldn’t stop looking at me. Those hazel blue eyes seemed to swallow me in, bald head and all.

"And you better do it like your miserable life depends on it. Because it obviously does." Without a single second of hesitation, the almighty Marcus dropped straight down onto his knees on the floorboards, his face buried right in front of her open pussy. "Girls, give us a minute. Excuse us," Sophia said, not taking her eyes off the back of his head. Emma and I exchanged a wild, amused look, smiles creeping onto our faces. We unlocked the front doors, stepped out, and shut them behind us, giving them the sick privacy they needed. We didn't even have to wait three minutes.

His gaze locked on me instantly, but he kept his expression carefully neutral. Mom lit up the moment she saw him. She crossed the room quickly and wrapped her arms around his waist, tilting her face up for a kiss. “Good morning, handsome. Ready for cake?” Marcus returned the kiss, but it was short and distracted. He pulled back gently and rubbed the back of his neck. “Actually… we need to talk about today.” Mom’s smile slipped. “What’s wrong?” Marcus sighed and guided her to the couch. I stayed at the table, ears straining to catch every word while still pretending to focus on my phone.

Marcus called in absolutely shock as he stared at the scene. Eliza grip on Hazel neck loosened and Hazel began to hyper ventilate immediately, She was caught off guard, he eyeball rolled carelessly as she tried to think of her next line of action. "Killian Killian, she ... " Hazel tried say but Eliza turned back to her and slammed her on the floor, making sure her head hit the metal table hard. "Hazel!" Marcus called immediately as he rushed towards her. Eliza's eyes widened in ecstasy as she watched blood gently slip out of Hazel head, within a second her face turned sober immediately as Marcus looked up at her.

“Right now I just want my treacherous son to come back.” “Treacherous?” Dorin said hotly, “All I did was go to a photography class! In what way did I cause you treachery?!” “Silence.” Hermione looked back at his son, her green eyes glowing dangerously. “You will not speak to me that way.” Just then, Marcus came out of the truck, his hands raised in the air. “Now, now, you lot, this conversation is starting to heat up, why don’t we all just calm down and talk this over like the respectable people we are?”

Marcus paced back and forth across the living room, his jaw clenched and fists tightening with every step. Heather stood by the window, her eyes filled with tears and frustration. The silence between them was thick, nearly suffocating. "How could you, Heather?" Marcus finally broke the silence, his voice trembling with a mixture of anger and hurt. "How could you do this to me?" "Marcus, please, you have to listen to me," Heather pleaded, her voice cracking. "I didn't cheat on you. I never would. That picture—"

There was no response. “Lily, I’ve missed you. I never expected to be so drawn to you, but I am. Please, come back to me. I promise you, no harm will come to you.” My words were true, but they had their aim. So I moved through the room as I spoke, searching every nook and cranny. I arrived in front of a dresser-size cupboard and just as I was about to open it, Winston burst into the room, his face pale. “Marcus, the smell—” His words were cut off as he staggered, the potent aroma of the potion in the air overwhelming him.

Nina looked down in embarrassment, not daring to look into Marcus’s eyes. “Watch out,” he said, as he led her to the stairs. The stairs here were very old, and one might bump his head at the last step. Without warning, Marcus put his hand on Nina’s head. It felt fuzzy and warm. The sudden touch, and his unexpected thoughtfulness, made Nina’s hair stand on end. She hurriedly stepped away, trying to keep her distance. “I will, I will.” As she said that… Bam! Her head hit the corner of the staircase.