Princess Bubblegum And Marceline Fanfiction Novels & Stories

For some strange reason, I couldn’t look away either. Then I heard the sound of sharp footsteps. Marceline. Her face was tight with anger as she marched toward us. She raised her hand, ready to smack the boy’s butt, but I caught her wrist. Her head snapped toward me, furious until she froze. Recognition filled her eyes. “Don’t hit him, Marceline,” I said with a smirk, deliberately calling her name. Her lips parted, trembling slightly. I saw the way her throat moved as she swallowed hard. “I’m happy you recognized me,” I added with a smile.

I choked out a whisper. Marcel wrapped his hands around me again, now deeper and more intimate than before. “I am sorry. I am confused and—“ He paused. “—sorry. I promise to try my best to regain my memories and put an end to this confusion once and for all. Don’t just have anything to do with Darius, please.” Mae’s P.O.V The life that I always dreamed of was coming to play before my eyes. A dream where everyone would gather around just to talk about my work and to think that Marcel sent me a lot of bouquets made me so excited. While answering my reader's questions, I would constantly glance at the door, waiting for him to appear right there.

she says, and stands to her feet. "Elena, you need to stop this attitude of yours. We talked about it and you promised to change, remember? … Well right before you poofed into thin air" Marcel explains while nagging a little. I watched as the two exchanged looks and words like they had been long-time friends, I knew they were both doing this to get under my skin and piss me off. "I don't just poof Marcel, I'm not a witch" she defends herself causing me to snort out really loud in an annoying manner.

he chuckled. “Oh, how many times have I imagined you naked beneath me. Your legs spread wide just for me, and moaning my name whenever I thrust deep inside you, and came in you over and over again…” Marceline’s face instantly turned red at his words. “How could you be so vulgar?” Marceline uttered, looking away merely as an excuse to hide the fact that her body felt hotter with each word.

The younger slipped behind the older, as if scared of Marcel. Ilana slowly drew closer to the cluster of pups, and they all huddled behind her. The female nodded respectfully at Marcel and ignored Celia. Expected. “Hm.” Marcel looked displeased. “I’ve never been popular with pups.” Celia snorted. “Is there any group you’ve been popular with?” Marcel gave her a lop–sided smile. “The females seem to worship me.” Arrogant prick. “At least some of them do.” Her words were suggestive.

she said to me, and then to Stephen she added, “and you and Hyacinth were the ones who found and did the spell. And I helped! All while they’ve been going on trips to the Luna’s home and doing nothing to stop the ice and snow.” My wrists were getting sore, but I kept rubbing at the ropes as I spoke. “If you’re on our side, Marcella, then why can’t you let us go?” And why did you grab me in the first place, you crazy bitch? I added to myself, but thought better of saying it aloud. “Because you know what I did!” she shout-whispered. In a last, desperate attempt, I tried to mindlink Caleb again. ‘It’s Marcella,’ I said. ‘She’s got Stephen and I.’

“Marcel, you already have a wife, why do you marry Alice? She is my former wife, and she is not Angelica.” Marcel smirked, his eyes cold with fire. “I knew from the moment I met Angelica. You abandoned Alice—who now bears the name Angelica—for the sake of your ambition, to marry Fiona. And now you regret it? Are you mad? A beautiful woman like her you cast aside for a woman used and discarded by countless men like Fiona?” Marcel belittled Morgan whilst praising Alice. Alice stepped forward, her voice trembling.

“Let’s head to the Selene Hall.” As both ladies turned into a corner going towards Selene Hall, April Rose, having such sharp instincts, noticed something rapidly approaching from behind. In a quick motion, she managed to catch a ball that was just about to hit Marceline before a slim-built guy with all sorts of tattoos and piercings showed up. "Oh, my Dracula!” Marceline glowered before eventually giving out an intense death glare towards the guy who was quickly approaching them. “Are you really trying to hit me with a ball?”

“My commitment to you is unwavering. I'm here, as I promised, and will remain by your side until my journey ends with the moon goddess.” “I'm curious about our appearance.” "Go take a look at the river," said Marceline. Reaching the river, I was astonished by my reflection—a magnificent golden wolf, sizable and with stunning ruby-red sapphire eyes. With Marceline's chuckling in my head, I turned to see Castro's shell-shocked reaction to how we looked. “Marceline, are you aware of what we must do?” “I'll stand by you, no matter what you decide.” "Thank you, Marceline. I'm wondering if we can establish a mental connection without being mark."