Vanoss Marcel Novels & Stories

Donovan, confident but ever modest despite his accomplishments, accepted the praise graciously, always redirecting it to the students he represented. He took a moment to express his gratitude to the students and faculty, emphasizing the importance of community and teamwork. “Together, we have made significant strides in improving our campus, but the journey doesn’t stop here,” he proclaimed, his voice ringing with conviction. “We must continue to work hand in hand for a better future.” As he finished his speech, the school magazine featured a special announcement of his marriage to Boma. The moment was sweetened further when the university recognized them as one of the married couples among

I look at him, her name leaving my lips like a breath "Vanilla" "She was in Vino apparently, with her cute friend who we'd get to later cause he's so fucking dead" He's still looking at Doc "But that's not the cute part. The cute part is where she left out how Vanilla is being followed by Drasknes" Drasknes. Assassin's that kill for Aerians. They are efficient and expensive but good at what they do. They have never missed a kill, from what I have heard "They haven't killed her"

“It'll take hours to break through, are you sure you're up for the wait?” “Just get it done as soon as possible and be careful.” I warned her. “Whatever.” As she continued, my phone buzzed on the table, pulling my attention to it. I picked it up, noting the name displayed– Vincent. Reliable, loyal and ruthless when needed to be. “Speak.” I answered, my voice steady. “Boss,” he replied, his rone all business. “We've got leads on the Marcello shipment to the Ivano family. It's coming in tomorrow night through the docs.”

a masculine voice came through. Marcel

Main branch: Marcel Delacourt, Viale Maria Cristina di savoia 16 Pontasserchio, Pisa, Italy. So he is an Italian guy.

I get into the driver's seat and drive to Aiden's house to pick him up. ****** Jo Today was merely another ordinary day. Ann and I went to school together as usual. On our way to our respective classes, we saw a familiar face we hadn't seen in a while. We caught his eyes, a smile crept across his face as instinctively he opened his arms. Ann and I jumped on him while he embraced us both tightly. “Damn, I've missed you girls so much!” Marcel exclaimed. “We missed you too,” Ann tells him. Meet Marcel Davis. He is a vampire and also our best friend.

Marcel laughed like a crazy maniac, “You expect me to believe that nonsense?” “Now tell me, what exactly do you want from me, tell me and I will give it!!” Marcel grabbed onto my hand. “Beckham, that’s enough.” Zac tried to stop him, but he pushed Zac away. “I didn’t do it, Nevan has gone to get all the numbers registered under Adornia, we will find something,” I tried to explain, “Sir believe me, I have no reason to do it.” “If you hate me, you say it, if you want something, you say it, but you don’t have the right to throw me to the public like that,” Marcel let go of my hand and hit his chest.

"You should see him." My boyfriend let out a loud string of curses, and opened up his closet with a bang. I flinched. "What's wrong?" "Nothing." He answered. "Don't step out of this room." "Why? Who's Jace Ivankshov?" "The Russian Underboss." Mariano changed swiftly into a white shirt and black pants. I watched his muscles flex as he dressed. "What is he doing here?" I questioned softly. "Aren't you, like, enemies?"

We were no longer just another couple on the floor; we were the center of it. Good. Let them look. As we turned, I lowered my mouth to her ear again. “What did Vanessa say to you?” Mara tilted her head just enough to meet my gaze. Her eyes were wide, clear, unguarded. “She said she was glad to see me here. That I looked incredible.” A small pause. “She introduced me to Victor Langs. Said he was one of your business associates.” Her tone was polite, repeating facts without embellishment. No suspicion. No jealousy.