Princess Bubblegum Marceline Novels & Stories

"No, as a matter of fact, I ought to ask you this very same question. It's a lady I met years ago, although I don't really know who she truly is but I know deep down within me that she holds much power. She doesn't ever agree to be a witch but she knows lots of spells and also does little things once in a while, I saw her move once and I noticed the odd dust, she taught me how to map out the trails but she is the most psychotic person ever a little sift when you know her better" marcel explained. I have every reason to believe that this lady marvel speaks about Elena but what are the odds?

But when he fought he forgot about all the pleasantries and sought to crush you. "Ahh, little Venus, the hottest planet. How are you?" he asked through his mask. "Fine fine. Not looking forward to my bones getting crushed by you big guy," she said. Mammoth laughed. "I'm sure you're not." Their fight ended in a draw and Aurora was just glad to get it over with. They slit the winning, shook on it, and went on with their lives. Her next opponent was Coral Snake and he was the opposite of Mammoth. He was slim like a coral snake.

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

I shot her a glance from the corner of my eye. "Only trash like you would think that pathetic dump is worth anything." Karen's face twisted in rage. She grabbed my arm. "Say that again!" "I'll say it a million times. You're trash! Now let go!" As we struggled, there was a loud crash from above. A giant chandelier detached from the ceiling and came crashing down on us. Karen's scream pierced my ears. In that instant, Macro dashed under the falling light and yanked Karen into his arms. I saw the pure panic and desperation in his eyes, right before a blinding pain consumed me.

The long-awaited second victory against Pissy Pearce had arrived! Then, suddenly, the air stirred. Class 3-F fell silent. Marceline began to stride forward. "No fucking way. No fucking way you're going up there, Marcy!" "W-What are you doing, Marceline?" Jaybee tugged on the edge of her shirt before she slapped his hand away. "Sorry to disappoint but get out of my way!" she announced as she continued walking toward the stage. Her gait, different from most girls, was forceful, uncontrolled, and indifferent to whoever or whatever she might bump into. It was the gait of a delinquent boss.

She was wet, really wet and he wondered how it was possible for her to be when they'd been having a work–related conversation. Marcellus groaned, grabbing unto her hair before wrapping it around his fist. It was like she knew he'd badly wanted something to take his mind off the woman he'd seen earlier in his office. "Fuck! Buttercup." "Marcel, look at me," she moaned out, grinding her hips relentlessly. Marcel's gaze shot to hers and he grabbed a hold of her waist. He twitched inside her eager to thrust but she wasn't ready to let him and he was going to let her have her way.

the woman continued to explain, slowly turning around to rest her eyes on her student. "Traits which the citizens of Lunaris hope are passed down to the next successor." However, the sight she saw caused her left eyebrow to twitch with great annoyance. This last line was hinted towards the young girl, who was at the prime of entering adult age, despite her looks that suggested otherwise. Laid with her head pressed against the desk, the princess was asleep with drool running down the edge of her mouth. Music blared from the pink earbuds placed in her ears.

he remarked, sipping his whiskey. Marcella smiled—a slow, lethal curve of her lips. “Adrien Moreau was a fool. He played recklessly, thinking he was a king, when in reality, he was nothing more than a disposable knight.” Dante chuckled. “And you? You see yourself as the queen?” Marcella met his gaze, eyes sharp as glass. “Oh, Dante… I have always been the queen. I was merely waiting for the right time to remind them.” She set her glass down, fingers tapping rhythmically against the stem.

Now, standing before the mirror, she felt only a slow, simmering disgust at how easily she had accepted being caged. She turned slightly, watching the fabric move with her, the open back was revealing more skin than she thought. For the first time in a long while, Marceline felt… good. The realization came quietly, slipping in between breaths as she stood before the vanity. She reached for her makeup and took her time with it, with intention. She smoothed her complexion, brightened her eyes, and softened what the other days had bruised without trying to erase it. She traced her eyeliner a little sharper than usual, lifted her lashes, and chose a deep, seductive red for her lips.

Marcel placed his hand gently on the surface of his little daughter's hair. "I also can't wait for that day, Pricilia has a lot in common with you, she's allergic to peanuts, and she doesn't like Barbie cartoons but prefers hero cartoons. Priscilla also loves robots just like you when you were little." Grace unconsciously told him all about her daughter's oddities which duplicated all of Marcel's traits. Marcel was only him when Grace seemed excited to tell him all the things that reminded Marcel of his childhood, whose body was together with Grace, no wonder the woman knew about his childhood life.