Princess Bubblegum Marceline Novels & Stories

A burning Blue flame of Death. “My God," Rhino muttered as he stumbled backwards a bit, almost falling down and his man had to hold him. ★ Location: Marcel's mansion. A beautiful lady dressed in a short cream gown with long silver heels could be seen at the entrance of the see-through gate ringing the bell. The beautiful lady happens to be none other than Gloria and she was here today determined to see Marcel. He has been constantly in her thoughts and it almost like he was some kind of hard drug she couldn't do without.

Steep white stilettos. My blonde hair was drawn back into a snatched ponytail, so tight it was virtually a club. Praise God for glue and high-tech wig science, really, or my little secret would have gone sky-high months ago. Concealed under my jacket, I had on a sharp white crop top — crisp, plain, cutting. And the tie? Oh, sweetie, it was accessorized within an inch of its life. Princess Bubblegum pin. A pink bow duo. White Hello Kitty. And a dash of sparkly nonsense.

“I knew you would come for me.” Marcus takes ahold of his daughter’s hands and looks to me with tears streaming down her cheeks. “What happened to her skin?” He asks me accusingly. “She drank a poison from the witches, it left blisters and boils all over her skin. My mate, the Luna,” I say glaring at Vanessa, “tried to take the poison from her body but it left her horribly scarred.” “Humph,” Vanessa says pulling back from the bars. “If you ask me she didn’t try hard enough. I am disfigured for the rest of my life now.”

A sharpened voice declared, coated with a hint of annoyance. Finally, a crack in her ever so bubbly personality. She couldn't hide all that crazy behind a cute smile today. If there was a thing such as laughing without making any sound, that was what went on in Maria's head. For some reason, her confidence toppled within a terse second.

A low moan escapes my lips as lips encircle my hard nipple. Strong fingers find their way inside me, slowly moving in a ‘come hither’ motion and creating a lewd squelching sound that I did not expect my body to make. “Princess, are you my good girl?” I look down my body to find familiar dark green eyes, filled with lust and need. “Yes!” I moan out my answer….

This woman is adorned with gold, smiles, and elegance on the outside, but on the inside, she is a tar pool, disgusting stinky little sh*t. Another flush is heard from the stalls. I recognize the female taking her place between me and Princess Asta, Iguz Djinn's wife and master, Mrs. Aerial Mahatma. "Princess Beatrice, how wonderful seeing you here. I should have known when our seating table companions were fairies, rather than the usual salty mermaids, you had a magic finger in the subject. You are always a marvelous host." She compliments my last-minute table card swap I had done behind Connor's back when I realized their guest allocations. Djinns weren't the only ones paired inappropriatel

Upon seeing Maxine, Marcello looked at the pearl for confirmation before saying smilingly, “What a beautiful woman… I was almost entranced by her beauty.” Then, he walked over to Maxine. The moment Maxine saw them, she immediately tensed up. After all, only those from the Overworld would appear around Mount Bane. Marcello walked over to her and said smilingly, “Hello there, beautiful. My name is Marcello Mariano, pleased to make your acquaintance.” Maxine looked at him and furrowed her eyebrows, asking, “Can I help you?” “Oh, it’s nothing. I just need you to follow us along for a while.”

There is human food prepared, there is blood in their goblets and there is still some bloody food, I think uncooked flesh of an animal for them. When we got close in front of the king and queen Sebastian and I bowed together and greeted. "So you are Rosalind." I heard the queen promise when we sat down. I was sitting close to him. "Yes, dear queen." I am very polite here. "I am Marceline, the mother of these three princes. I called you all here so that we could all have dinner together. And then I also want to tell you something, Rosalind. But for this moment we should take our dinner first.

She had to do the same and so she did . As Cynthia touched the crown she reached an unknown place , it was a castle .There was a kind of meeting going on there . Hundreds of unusual creatures stood there .Few of them looked human but the weren't they had an unusual glow and shined bright . In the centre was a throne and two ladies stood in front of fit .One of them was extremely beautiful . She looked like Cynthia they were almost alike , at first Cynthia thought it was her but it wasn't they both weren't identical . She wore a white gown and jewellery made of white pearls , she was lying down on her knews crying .She was wearing the exactly same crown Cynthia saw in the previous room . On t

Instead of a blonde hair, she was now wearing a black lux almost waist long, her eyes like that of a frightening reptile which resided under those huge rivers in the deep forest, her skin’s fair and white but strange markings were playing around her body like it was an ancient spell or a cursed she was bound to bare. What was more hideously scary about herself now was her deep craving for blood. Warm fresh blood. Sweet meat of animals. Raw and tender. Fate was indeed cruel. It made her a real savage this time. And seemingly all things happened in place like the war, King Teuton captured by the same prince. The marriage to the wrong person; To the wrong prince. The princess stood up unveiled