Marshal Please Calm Down Novels & Stories

Toast landed on the floor. He didn't even flinch. He just looked down at the orange juice on his jacket then back up at me. "Feel better?" he asked calmly. "No I don't feel better!" I screamed. "You're insane! You're a psycho! You can't just force someone to marry you!" "Elara," he said standing up slowly. "You need to calm down." "Calm down? CALM DOWN?" I was hysteric now. "You kidnapped me! You're talking about forcing me to marry you! How am I supposed to calm down?"

“For the record.” “I know. I’m trying to—” I reached for the command, tried to find it the way I’d learned to find and release things in training. It was harder to locate than the deliberate applications, tangled up in the adrenaline of the sparring match. “I’m sorry, I can’t—” “Breathe,” Marcus said calmly. Still on his knees, completely unable to stand, utterly composed about it. “You grabbed it on instinct. Release it the same way.”

"I've been meaning to say something." "What is it?" "I hope yesterday didn't make you uncomfortable." She smiled politely. "It was an accident." "I know." "I just didn't want there to be any awkwardness between us." "There doesn't have to be." Ryan nodded. "I'm relieved to hear that." "We're adults." "We can move past an honest mistake." Ryan smiled. "I appreciate that." He glanced at his watch. "I should get going before I'm late again." "You probably should." He took a few steps toward the front door before turning back.

Very angry. Marcus pat Maverick's shoulder. "Calm yourself now, Maverick, and settle those damn pheromones of yours. You can't go home smelling like rage. You'll only make Ciel worry." And as if Ciel's name was his own drug, Maverick immediately calmed down, his pheromones vanishing, and his stoic face softened somehow.

“Marcel, calm down—” “Don’t tell me to calm down!” he shouted. “Do you have any idea how much damage you’ve caused? How much risk you’ve brought to me?” I gripped the edge of the bar, my mind racing. “I don’t understand. Everything’s fine—Sarah is stepping aside, and Marco—” “Marco?” Marcel interrupted, his voice dripping with disdain. “You think Marco is your prize? You think this little game of yours is a victory? You’re delusional!”

“You're ruining everything I worked for!" He took another sip, then leaned back and sighed. “You're about to throw another tantrum aren't you?” “Tantrum?” I growled, my fists clenched in anger and frustration. He shrugged, took the last sip, and set the mug down. "What the hell do you think you're doing, meddling in my life like this?" I barked. Marcus, still lounging in his chair with a calm demeanor, raised an eyebrow. "I'm looking out for you and the Pack's interests," he replied casually, unfazed by my outburst.

Mariya rushed out to check the reason for her daughter's scream, and her mouth remained widened all through. …….. [Marcus Office] Marcus was busy with the launch of his new game, SPLASH. His team were working tirelessly to ensure a successful launch, Many celebrities were present, Polaria wore a wide proud smile and she walked around with Dante, Susanna followed like personal assistant and Dante can't deny he found it kind of annoying.

Marcus said softly to avoid making her feel worse. Isabelle immediately snapped back to reality and turned the breakfast maker off before removing the pancake from the maker with a spatula. "I am so so sorry," she began to apologize frantically. "It..." He stuttered. "You do not have to apologize to me." Marcus said there was more he wanted to say. 'Burn this house down to ashes if you like, it is as much yours as it is mine.' He thought. *****

I asked my question while maintaining a steady tone of voice. "I'll destroy you," Marcus declared while his voice was filled with venom. "And I'll destroy your marriage. Expect your marriage to come crashing down. A sudden chill travelled down my back when I understood how deep Marcus's anger and pain reached. I understood that I needed to handle the situation with caution yet I couldn't figure out what steps to take to calm things down.

Marry did not know how to describe the feeling from Calantha's side. “I’m feeling short of breath and angry. I can't smell your body, but it makes me feel like that." Calantha heard Marry's vague descriptions of why people had avoided her. She touched the anthology position on her neck, which must have been marked by Marcus. She couldn't understand the reason. When she saw her good friend still staring at her with eyes full of curiosity, Calantha was about to make an excuse to let it go, but she didn't feel that it was right. She sighed and briefly told Mary what she had encountered that day, from accidentally having gone into arousal to having had a temporary mark from an alpha.