Princess Bubblegum Marceline Novels & Stories

Growl coming from Flavus matched by the moan the came from Scarlett. “Maybe I should start to unpack?” She said breathlessly. “If that’s what you want my Queen.” I said back barely able to get the words out. Her blue eyes full of red flacks and panting heavily. Her body telling me not to stop. What are you doing she is begging for it look at her. Flavus said, she needs to say it before we can mark her or it could be dangerous if we go too far to fast we could hurt her. Normal

(Duchess Cassi Gust) “Hahaha…I know…but remember though..she is an exact copy of both the President and Vice President themselves…she is still a child…but not a normal one…”.(Marcella Di Gianna) Marcella herself has already multiple time visited the royal palace and of that time, she already know the Princess character herself. The Princess is a scary figure as she knows where she stand and what her power was, in fact, for Marcella and the others that knows about this, all of them can say that the Princess is an exact copy of the vicious vice president, whenever she is mad and not around her father. Now that the Gust family has gotten a clear picture of what they can expect from the future,

Marcel complained as he stood up, his gaze accidentally directed at the pile of money that was still scattered on the floor and escaped his attention while cleaning up earlier. Wina returned home when it was almost half past eleven at night. “Marcel ...? Marcel?” she called as she wobbled into the room. “Marcel! Marcel! Where are you, Marcel?!” Marcel, who was washing his face in the bathroom, was reluctant to answer. The emotions he had been suppressing all this time made him want to ignore the arbitrary attitude that his ‘mother’ was starting to show. Wina was the woman who claimed to be his mother, along with a man named Dirlan and the scientist who was with Marcel when he took them away

Was there something wrong with the babies or was Ron really not human? He decided to bring up the topic but before he could, they sensed a familiar presence approaching. “Enjoying the party?” Princess Mariel asked, her voice gentle as she smiled at them. She was dressed in a radiant in a pale blue gown that shimmered like morning frost. Her silver hair was left loose, flowing down her back like a curtain of moonlight. Tiny sapphire pins sparkled like stars scattered through her strands, and a delicate necklace of white opals adorned her collarbone.

“Hey, Michelle, you’re back!” I smiled. “Thanks. I’m not so thrilled to be back, but it is nice to see you again.” He made a face. “Yeah, things here are still the same, if not worse,” he pointed to the washing machine. “Exhibit A... Marcella is indeed making me wash her panties.” I shook my head. Marcella was a Zeta who had an obsession with Gabriel. She made him do ridiculous things, like cleaning her car without his shirt on, just so she could sit back and watch him. It was something Gabriel had to deal with often.

" Well since you're finally here you should do the right thing for once and get them inside, our guests have been waiting, and that's not nice." Marcellina reprimanded him before heading back inside and the four people followed her in with Penelope hanging on Marshall's arms and Phineas Who had his little hands wrapped around both his father's and his uncle's own. As usual, he preferred not to be carried especially not by his dad. When they got into the room where the so-called visitors were waiting, it was packed with four people, two who were trying to setup up an elevated platform and the other two were discussing while pointing at a tablet and that's when Marcelo noticed her. she was dre

Renzo knew he couldn’t win, especially with the argument they had just had earlier. She wanted to be away from him, but what they didn’t know was that she planned to actually manipulate Marcel. She wanted to have him trapped, and she knew the best place and the best methods to have his decision persuaded. “Well, the princess has spoken. She wants me for the next few hours, not you!” Marcel said with a smirk. “Even though I’ve had her for a while, that doesn’t mean I’ll ever get tired.” “The princess says so,” and Sadie hated that she had to keep the beat. “No fighting!” The moment she took Marcel’s hand and pushed her tongue out.

Marceline paused, her wide eyes blinking, "Huh......" I curled my lips, kicking her in the foot. Naturally, I'd be surprised that she could actually forget about her pseudonym - but then again, this was Marceline. Clumsy and cluelessly forgetful. "Ouch!" - She winced, pouting regretfully. Rachel on the other hand had her eyes on the both of us, she must have felt that something was off but couldn't place her hands on what seemed wrong. Marceline chuckled wrily, "You think so?"

She raised her hand and fixed a rebellious lock of hair in front of her eyes. She sighed softly as she calmed down. She and Mirabelle really looked like two drops of water and she had the chance that nobody had: She was the look-alike of a princess and she should take advantage of it. She always knew how to differentiate her professional life from her personal life, so that's what she had to do... She was Mirabelle d'Orient, a princess and she should behave like one... Two knocks were heard at her door. She hurriedly closed the dressing room and took a good posture before allowing the one who had just knocked to enter... It was her two maids. Mila and Zora. Mirabelle had told her about them.

“What wolf…?” “There is an old legend tale, talking about The Moon Princess. The wolf that will rule over everything. Her fur will be pure white, and she will be strong, she will be different, she will be the Princess of the wolves. There will be no end to her strength. But also, it could be a curse. The power can consume the wolve if not used correctly.” Tala sat more upright, and she was very intrigued in what her mother had to say.