Marcel Tvd の小説・ストーリー

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.

"What about Nikola? He okay?" "He's had worse. He's okay, a dumb knife play won't take that bastard down." Marcelo grumbled, snagging a bottle of vodka off the table and taking a long swig directly from the bottle. "I hate this shit." Marcelo scoffed, lowering the bottle. "Right," I sighed, rubbing my forehead. My chest ached from inhaling the toxic smoke of cigarettes into my lungs, despite my last medical record explicitly advising against smoking. But fuck, I had a lot of shit to worry about other than my fucking health.

“Miss me?” Aleric struggled to get up from the floor but fell back each time. Marcel smiled as he watched the man at his feet. “I'm stronger now, faster. I can kill you right here right now and leave your carcass for the birds of the air to feed on,” Aleric ignored him and tried standing up again. Larissa. If Marcel knew that his wife was in the room.... Marcel began to sniff the air. “I smell woman,”