Princess Bubblegum Marceline の小説・ストーリー

I gave him a smile to let him know that I remembered before I faced my new partner. Well suppose to be a partner. It was Nate, but apparently he was having a conservation with another girl. And he didn't seem happy. It was a girl with long purple hair that shone in the light. I remember from my lesson with Ace that she's Princess Camille. Her silver dress sparkling with different colors as if it were alive. Expensive non-metallic jewelry decorated her from top to toe. I'll say, she's beautiful. Camille, the princess of the Kingdom of Frae. The fairies.

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.

Luna gloomily stared at her reflection in the half-empty champagne glass. "Now, who told you to wallow in self-pity? Stop trying to compare yourself to Mika and just be you," said Madame Dia, snagging a glass of champagne for himself when he saw a waiter walking with a tray full. "But there's nothing special about me. You heard the rumors people say about me." Unlike Mika, who was born special, Luna only had a princess's title to her name. There was nothing outstanding about her, so of course, people would ignore or dismiss her presence.

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.

With a smile, she stretched her forward, towards him. "Hello Lycan Kael, I'm Lady Marcelline. Ronan's," her eyes trailed to me, a cold disdain in them, "Alpha Ronan's mistress," Kael looked shocked, his body language gave him away. "Ah- pardon me," he faked..probably the most fakest smile I'd ever seen in my life at Marceline. "It's an honor to meet you, you sure are extremely beautiful." A scoff almost escaped my lips but I held it, I couldn't wait to leave this place and wrap myself around Elara. I hated how easy she had me wrapped around her finger, but she was the only being in this palace that made me sane.

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.

His voice was firm, though his mind was clouded with questions. La Rouge pulsed with red neon lights. Music throbbed, laughter and dancing filled the air. Adrian walked in with steady steps, his tall figure standing out in the crowd. His eyes instantly landed on Marceline, seated elegantly in the VIP lounge, clad in a shimmering black gown with a glass of wine in hand. “Adrian.” Marceline offered a faint smile, as if there were no hostility between them. “At last, you came.” “What exactly is your purpose, calling me to a place like this?” Adrian sat across from her, his gaze icy.