Novel & Cerita Vanoss Marcel

One wrong step, and the snake in the grass would vanish without a trace. This time, Alexander could not afford another misstep. He looked once more at the immaculate bed, at the spotless room. At the absence that screamed louder than evidence ever could. Ava Vega was not innocent. And she knew exactly what she was doing. --- Marcello was dressed in a retro brown suspender outfit, the soft lake-blue shirt beneath setting off his complexion until it gleamed like polished jade. Round plastic spectacles perched neatly on his nose, lending him an air of cultivated charm far beyond his years—urbane, composed, and quietly arresting.

Emilio said, sidling closer, whispering loud enough for Lucien to hear, “have you employed a bodyguard? A very… impressive one, I must say. Obviously, for your protection… since I’m not always around to watch your back.” Lucien’s jaw tightened, lips pressing into a smile line. Marcelo didn’t move, didn’t speak, just stood there, calm and imposing, Emilio stepped closer, voice teasing. “Seriously, Lucien, who is this guy? He’s… dangerous and attractive in a very quiet way. Is he supposed to scare me? Or you?” “Both,” Lucien said dryly, finally glancing at him. “This is "MARCELO VINCENZO.". He’s… necessary.”

I watched from the couch, confused, my mug of tea untouched and cold in my hand. The Woman who stepped in looked like someone who belonged on the cover of a luxury Magazine. Clipboard. Pearls. Glossy red Lips that curved with effortless command. “Good Afternoon,Mrs Johnson. I'm Vanessa, service manager of the Vogue gallery”. Mrs Johnson. The name still sounded foreign, like someone else's fairytale. Like something I had borrowed, not earned. Before I could react, She gave a polite nod and turned slightly towards the door.

Chloe howled with laughter, cheeks flaming, and Sadie couldn’t help joining in. “Oh, you guys are laughing, but I’m really serious. I would do anything for those two. Marcel Rossi, on the other hand, is a dangerous man, and I don’t know what he’s like,” Eve said with a little whimper. “I think he would overwhelm me in bed. He’s just so intimidating.” Sadie couldn’t help but silently agree. They had no idea how right she was. She still remembered how exceptional Marcel was in bed—the single orgasm he’d given her last night had been so intense she’d passed out.

Marcel didn’t say a word, he didn’t object on his beta, and clearly his best friend, staying in the room. “Do you want to get something to drink?” He asked me, and I shook my head as I looked down at the man who I knew was fighting back his own blood. “Thank you for calling me.” I said, looking at Vladimir who nodded. “I should be the one thanking you for trusting me.” He said, watching as Marcel fought back his own demons tonight, fought back his pain and anger. Whatever had caused this trigger, I knew that it was not easy for him to control.

Frost didn't wait for her answer and raised his card for the first time since the auction began. "20 million for the vase" Shanice, her heart pounding, suddenly dropped her bidder card. There was no way she was ready to outbid her boss. Damont, on the other hand,, raised his card and announced a 30 million bid. "What do you need the vase for?" Ana looked at him. "I want to give it to Vinca of course," he said, a matter of factly, shrugging his shoulders. She was livid but couldn't do anything about it. Nothing was going right for her at the moment. Vinca had turned up at the Ball, her husband was blatantly showing his lingering feelings for his ex-fiancée and she still had no idea who the Ma

His eyes were obsidian mirrors and no light ever made it through. “Marcello briefed you?” he questioned. His face was gaunt, with pronounced edges and deep lines etched into weathered olive skin. I gave a tight nod, “Kalorama perimeter was breached around 3:15 a.m. East Corridor. We traced the signal back to the Vandellis.” The Vandellis were an old Cosa Nostra family out of Philly. They were arrogant enough to test us, but forgot how weak they truly were. Alessandro’s chair squeaked as he rotated it slightly, his gaze pulling from the scotch in his hand to the eighth shelf of the twenty-foot Victorian bookcase behind him housing records of old coups, even birth certificates that had been re

And mostly is the I Vader from their pack or really sneaky and expert judging by how easily he or she blended with the crowd, How the invader hid perfectly away from the camera and knew when and where to turn. All these make no sense to me, the only way to find out is by getting my hands on the invader. "We need to leave sir," my beta Marcel says, causing several lines of frown to the firm on my face. "Go? I'm busy and I'm sure you can see that '' I yell at him. pretty pissed at myself more than anyone or anything else. "It's important sir,'' Marcel says once more, pissing me off the most.

The man who suddenly had influence over the exact fund that was now missing money. Vanessa exhaled slowly. “I need to see him.” Adrian’s voice dropped slightly. “Be careful.” “I always am.” “No,” Adrian corrected quietly. “You’re usually controlled.” Pause. “This situation might require something sharper.” Vanessa’s lips curved faintly. “Don’t worry.” “What?” “I know how to fight when necessary.” --- Marco Silva was in his office when Vanessa arrived. His assistant barely had time to announce her before she pushed the door open. Marco looked up from his desk with mild surprise.

Alonzo’s limousine sped away into the night. “Are you okay?” Markos asked, his tone softer now. I nodded, though my hands were still shaking. The thought that something could have happened was appalling. “Thank you. I don’t know what he was planning, but it didn’t feel right.” Markos’s expression hardened. “Alonzo is a sex trafficker, Hazel. You need to be careful.” I furrowed my eyebrows at him. “How do you know?” He didn’t answer me. Instead, he opened the passenger door for me and gestured for me to enter. The tension between us was palpable, the silence was heavy, filled with unspoken words and unresolved feelings.