Marshal Please Calm Down Novels & Stories

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.

Rowan stayed. Marshal's irritation was palpable. He did not like interruptions. He did not like servants. He did not like the way Beth's presence had broken the rhythm of their work. Rowan caught his expression. He caught it quickly, and he signaled Beth to leave. She curtsied again and slipped out, closing the door softly behind her. The silence returned. Marshal cleared his throat. "The declension of the third person pronoun—" Rowan looked down at his scroll. His quill moved.

The gremlin ignored him entirely, spinning around, hopping in circles, and beating his tiny chest. “Safe? Safe? I’ve been praying under the silvered boughs for months! I didn’t think… I never thought you’d return!” I couldn’t help but let a small chuckle escape. The ridiculous exuberance was contagious, even as my wolf instincts bristled at the uncontrolled energy. Mara’s tail swished once, flicking sharply as if she couldn’t decide whether to pounce or smile. Kael pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly torn between annoyance and fascination.

I said. The walk back to Hamilton Global took fifteen minutes. The November light was already thinning, losing confidence early. When I entered the building, Marcus stood at his post, composed, professional, showing no trace of the morning’s drama. I stopped in front of him. “Marcus.” “Ms. Hamilton.” “How is the goat?” I asked. A beat. The briefest, most controlled pause in the history of professional restraint. “Returned safely to its owner,” he said. “No further incidents.”