Melanie Martinez Bathtub Novels & Stories

Cross's arms enveloped Marceline like a protective cocoon as he lifted her effortlessly off her feet, her weight feeling almost nonexistent against his broad chest. She could hear the soft padding of his footsteps echoing through the hallway, the sound oddly calming as he carried her toward their ensuite bathroom. Sunlight streamed through the frosted windows, casting gentle patterns over the polished marble tiles, illuminating the space with a warm glow. As he lowered her into the pristine white bathtub, his movements were surprisingly gentle; his calloused hands contrasted starkly with the softness of the moment.

I whisper, and Angelique nods in agreement. "Thank you," she says after Phoenix falls asleep. She places him in the now lukewarm water of HELLHOLE, adds some bay leaves, and begins chanting sacred mantras. I join her in the chant. "His skin looks normal!!" an excited Carol exclaims, and I can't help but giggle at her enthusiasm. "I'm curious about how you two became this close, but I'll ask we'll talk about that later," she whispers to me. I smile back at her.

Or was Luca responsible for their disappearance? The more I thought about it, the worse my anxiety became. Eventually several maids greeted us. Before I could even ask what was happening, they guided me toward an enormous bathroom. The place looked like something straight out of a luxury magazine. Marble floors. Golden fixtures. A bathtub large enough to swim in. I stared in disbelief. What kind of psychopath owned a bathtub this big? The maids immediately got to work. Before I knew it, they were helping me wash up.