Marshal Please Calm Down Novels & Stories

“You are distressed. Let us be reasonable.” She turned to Ava, offering a delicate smile. “My sister speaks from maternal anxiety. Surely you understand. Maël was hurt. She seeks only justice for her child.” Her eyes flickered—ever so subtly—toward Alexander. Before him, she must appear tolerant. Gracious. Above petty quarrel. Marcello, however, would not be coached into submission. “He pushed me first,” he declared. Marie’s smile tightened almost imperceptibly. “Little one,” she said with syruped gentleness, “why not apologise? If you apologise, Maël will forgive you, and we may all move on peacefully, oui?”

With a stern look on his face and a calmer composure, he shakes his head at me ever-so-slightly, silently advising me to do as I’m told. I furrow my eyebrows with hopelessness, my eyes glossing as a shaky breath parts my lips. My eyelids fall shut for a second, my attention shifting to my breathing as I attempt to settle my nerves. I draw the inside of my cheek between my teeth, chewing nervously despite the distinct irony taste of blood in my mouth. When it seems like nothing is working, I breathe out sharply in defeat, turning to the monitor before reaching to shut the beeping off. “Well then,” Marcel’s voice resonates, my gaze shifting to look at him as he states, “I’m glad we’re all on t

Upon hearing Lana's question, Marcel shrugged and responded, "There's no special reason. I just didn't have anything better to do." It was clear that Lana wasn't satisfied with this answer. "Can't you just say that you're a kind and compassionate God and simply want to help others?" Marcel glared at Lana and said, "You can't talk about God so casually." His stern appearance amused Lana. Marcel smiled in response. His smile was as brilliant as the summer in June. It was so dazzling that it was impossible to look away. After their playful banter, Marcel suddenly grabbed Lana's wrist and checked her pulse.

He added a smiley. Then deleted it. Then added a smaller smiley. Then deleted that too. Then panicked and pressed send anyway. His stomach fluttered violently. Then another buzz came in. Marcus again. MARCUS: Great. I’ll be there in five.

Marcus said, his voice tinged with a hint of excitement. Serena, on the other hand, was visibly anxious, nervously rubbing her hand. Sensing her apprehension, Marcus took her hand in his and spoke confidently, "It's gonna be okay. Dad isn't angry anymore." With a deep breath and a forced smile, Serena tried to calm her nerves as they both emerged from the car.

Ethan would regret humiliating me, and when I was done, he would have no choice but to marry me. I paced forth and back, my body vibrated with rage. I couldn’t stay still. My anger was eating me alive, and I felt like I might explode. I needed to calm down before I did something I would regret. There is only one person who could ease this fire inside me and that person is Mario. Yes, I need Mario right now. I grabbed my phone and dialed his number, my hands trembling slightly as I pressed the call button. “Celine?” Mario’s calm voice came through.

"What is your decision, Sire?" Ronan took a deep breath, his chest heaving. The rage still simmered, but a chilling resolve had settled over me. "Marceline," he announced, his voice resonating through the silent throne room. "I hereby banish you from the Mountain Dew Pack. If you ever set foot in our territory again, you'll be killed on sight." He turned to face her, his gaze locking with hers, leaving no room for doubt. "This is the height of my mercy I can give you."

Marcus said while standing up and trying to match my height but he looked small and weak compared to the anger radiating off my body. ​I took a deep breath to keep Fenris from leaping across the table and tearing the man's throat out right then and there because I needed to play this smart if I wanted to find Zara alive, so I forced my expression to soften and I even managed to pull a small and deceptive smile onto my face. "You're right and I apologize for my outburst because I suppose the stress of the journey has made me a bit jumpy, so if you say she ran away then I have no choice but to believe you and I won't waste any more of your time tonight."

Focus, Luna. Step four: Stay calm and look useful. I grab a stick from the cave floor and hold it like a weapon. Kaelen raises a brow. “Is that supposed to intimidate him?” “It’s for emotional support,” I say defensively. He exhales slowly, clearly trying not to laugh. “You’re unbelievable.” “Oh, I’m sorry,” I shoot back. “Next time the most powerful Alpha in existence shows up, I’ll be more elegant about it.” A shadow moves across the cave entrance.

Marsh looked at me with a terrifyingly gloomy expression. He felt provoked, wanting to say something, but I kept looking at him steadily. He suppressed his anger and said, "I, Marsh Walton of the Dawn Pack, accept your rejection." A slight sense of rupture welled up within me. Marsh seemed unchanged, but in my eyes, he appeared dimmer. "I can't feel his wolf anymore," my wolf said in my mind. "Thank you for accepting. After this, we are through. I hope you will stop meddling in my life," I said coldly.