Princess Bubblegum Marceline Novels & Stories

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

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?"

After siring 18 princes, the current king, Henry Barton, finally sires me, his first princess. On the day of my birth, Father vacates the entirety of West Tower to be my personal place of residence. Not only that, but he also changes the rules, decreeing that no one is allowed to be alone with me. As a result, I remain mute even after I turn six. Father's new consort, Elizabeth Muller, is showered with love and attention even though she only moved into the castle three months ago. The first time we meet, she takes my hand and says, "You're so well-behaved, Princess Julia. Let me take you to look at the fish." After making sure that we're alone in the garden, she grips my wrist. Her smile

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.

——— In the meanwhile, Amelia swam ashore, filled with a buoyant and jubilant mood. As her mermaid tail touched the ground, a magical transformation occurred, and her tail morphed into a pair of long, slender human legs. She wiggled her toes in sheer delight, relishing this newfound sensation. Standing upright on her legs for the first time, Amelia couldn't contain her excitement. She danced and jumped around like a child experiencing a delightful game. "Princess Amelia... Princess Amelia... ouch!!" Amelia heard a faint voice calling out. Curious, she looked around and spotted a hermit crab emerging from the sand under her feet. "Princess Amelia, it's me, Herald, the hermit," the crab said wi

"If you don't visit us at least once this month, I'll be very sad." She smiled and excitedly replied, "I will!" Marceline got off her chair and went to the fridge. Pulling out a large lunchbox with a blue lid from it, she came back and sat on her chair. "A gift," she said as she handed it to me. "For moving out?" I asked and she nodded. I opened it and there were small snacks inside together with cupcakes that were a little overcooked. I smiled at her, touched that she even bothered. "Thanks, Peanut butterfly."

“I brought this for you, Lady Lia. For your nausea” Marcel’s attention shifted immediately to me. “Are you okay?” “It’s nothing,” I said lightly. “Just a little off.” His brow furrowed. “Did something happen?” “No.” Kylie moved toward the door again, but Marcel stopped her. “Call for the healer.” He said, making my eyes widen in surprise. “Let her come here to check…” “That’s not necessary,” I said quickly, placing a hand on his arm. “I just need rest. It was a long day, and I just grew a little tired, I believe.”