Marcel Gerard の小説・ストーリー

Herman asked Marcel. “No, Dad!” Marcel argued, shaking his head. “I already said that I am not a medicine expert, but they insist that I am the medicine expert they have been looking for.” “Okay,” said Herman, he then turned to look at Stefi and Lista in turn. “It seems you have the wrong person, Marcel is my son-in-law. He’s not a pharmacist or anyone.” Lista glanced at Stefi who was standing next to her, starting to get impatient with this charade.

“Are we blood related? Simone, stop making everything all about you; besides, I didn't ask him to come to me. We make a better couple than you will ever do; it's not my fault you can't get pregnant, and all this won't stop anything. You are barren, and that's the truth.” Valerie's words struck me by surprise; I never knew what friends were from the fear of betrayal, but nothing hurts the most, my step sister, having those words said to me. That was the highest level of betrayal anyone could make. Before pulling closer to me, Marcel let go of his grip on his dickey and wrapped a towel around his waist. "I, Marcel Gerald, reject you, Simone Meyers, as my mate.” I stared at him blankly, crackin

Marcel seemed to notice the fury that has started to grow in her eyes, he cleared his throat alongside his mind. "Don't worry Giselle, now I only have my eyes on you. No one else." He assured. He took her hand, gently caressing it. The gesture was not enough to ease her wrath but it did prevent her from pushing the matter further. They ended up spending dinner in a rather uncomfortable atmosphere. The air was clouded with mixed emotions between the two. He had betrayed Clara for Giselle, and it was not a momentary decision, he risked a lot to be together with her, his pride, dignity, even his own conscience. Marcel was sure he was over Clara, his mind wanted to believe it.

Looking back at the others, I notice Camillo trying to act covertly as he takes Nat's leftover Monopoly money. Drop it. Gerardo commands him sternly while gesturing at the ground with his finger. He begins, "But," but Gerardo interrupts him. "Oh no, forget it. Now." Camillo slumps his shoulders in defeat, pouts, and drops the cash back on the ground. Laughing, Marcelo says, "Now roll over boy." He addresses him in a dog-like manner. Everyone laughs, except Camillo who rolls his eyes and looks down.

If reinforcement came, glory be to God. Marcel located his uncles, Benjamin and Robert, the sons of Mattia who murdered Albine and was cast away from the family line. While Benjamin fathered Gabriel, Adele, Cindy (plus his two late sons), Robert was the proud father of Arthur and Lance. Out of the two brothers, Robert was the most confident that he would return the rulership to their side of the family with the help of his son, Arthur. He was proud of him. And speaking of Arthur, Marcel's gaze rested on the scene of the young man bullying his younger brother without anyone noticing. It was no secret news to Marcel that Arthur and Lance were in intense competition with one another.

I was almost chewing my fingers when I was done with mine. Diego ordered the food for the main course. I'd asked him to surprise me and he seemed pretty proud of what he ordered. When the dish was served, Marcel poetically described the meal and the wine. "He's so kind and I love the way he speaks, the accent is just lovely," I said after Marcel left. "Marcel is from Colombia, he'd moved out for greener pastures as he always says. He met his wife Lilian here and they opened this place. They have a daughter who's currently in college" Diego explained, expertly uncorking the expensive-looking bottle of wine.

“Ah, Freda. Always so curious. This little gem might answer a few of your burning questions—or maybe spark a few more.” Williams stood in front of me, his big form obstructing Marcel’s path. His voice could have broken glass. "Marcel, what are you up to?" Marcel cocked an innocent-looking head. “I'm merely attempting to assist dear Freda in discovering the truth. That's why you married her, isn't it? to conceal from her the *true* history of the family?” My chest roared with my heart. Marcel waved the picture tauntingly, as if the room were closing in on me.

It was finally the day of the DeepBlue Gen-1 press conference. The venue was packed, and Marcello was there as well. I didn't glance at him. I took a deep breath and tightened my grip on the mic as I headed onto the stage. I spotted Marcello in the third row just as the stage lights flared. He was dressed in a plain gray sweater, a silent figure apart from the crowd. He had become noticeably thinner, his features more angular. He, however, watched me with that same unwavering attention I had known throughout our six years together.

Marcelle said. "Just giving you fair warning." "I made some calls about you, Kim. I hope you don't mind. You are new to our world and yet you are a Master and a Council member. I found out how you were burned and why. You took the punishment of your sire. Very admirable. I know that you are bound to an Elder. Also admirable." "You know a lot about me. Tell me a little about you." "I have been a Master for close to seven hundred years," Marcelle said. "I outwitted my predecessor for his seat on the Council. I found later that to be a Master to such an important city is not, how do you say, all that it's cracked up to be."