Novel & Cerita Captain Marvel Fanfiction

“That’s exactly why I didn’t push harder when you stonewalled the board. A kid willing to torch his own reputation to protect a teammate is exactly the kind of captain I want leading this team into a championship. I just wish you’d trusted me enough to let me help you do it smarter.” Luca didn’t know what to say to that. He looked back toward the boathouse instead, where a single light glowed through the window Isabella’s silhouette, still sitting close to Marco, patient and steady in a way that had nothing to do with contracts or cameras. “She’s not what I expected,” Harrelson said, following his gaze. “No,” Luca agreed quietly. “She’s not.” “You going to do something about that, or just ke

"But for you I will try." Evan rested his forehead on mine. "She is right about one thing. This is real. Messy but real." I nodded. "Real enough to fight Vance together. With her help we might actually win." We waited the five minutes. My hand stayed on his waist. The cellar felt different now. Less like a place to hide and more like the start of something bigger. "Ready?" I asked. "Ready," Evan said. He straightened up. Captain mode back on.

“Yo, noticed how our captain has been spending more time on his phone, smiling.” They whistled in agreement. My body tightened, my hands freezing. “Probably a new chick,” another said, “his girlfriend doesn’t make him smile this much.” Another inched closer to him. “So who’s the new chick?” Zane knitted his brows. While I? I kept my eyes on my blank screen. The omega on their team flicked his gaze upward. “Or who's the new guy?” Across from them, my spine locked, my heart thumping.

What were these guys doing here? The voice came instantly. “What a surprise. To think we'd meet the thief.” Vanessa said, “She's even drinking away our money.” I ignored her words, and my eyes zeroed in on Joe's arm around her waist. It hadn't been up to a day, and they were already in each other's faces. Heat flushed to my cheeks and I looked away. “Captain, you shouldn't be around someone like her. And that's why I dumped her.” Joe's voice came and I felt so small.

Hazel’s POV. The room was filled with the rhythmic, wet sound of skin hitting skin. His large, calloused fingers gripped my breasts, squeezing possessively. Each time Marco thrust into me, it felt devastatingly deep. I tilted my head back, swallowing a moan into my dry throat as our sweat mingled in a pleasure heat. I was still on his lap when the TV screen suddenly lit up. The voice from the speakers drowned out the sound of our breathing "...Big news! Frost Titans captain, Marco Marten, has reportedly proposed to the daughter of Hundreds Rising Entertainment's owner, Cassandra Sinclaire. The wedding of the century is about to take place—"

The Alphas won’t overlook other’s well being for a piece of information. They went to the cafeteria and ate silently. Emma claimed that the non shifter had red hair and red eyes. She should be the Scarlett Witch. It explains everything. Why she had only come out now. When she saw the vision, she found a way to break the curse. And then, in order to make sure that Emma doesn’t tell anyone of the vision, she tried to silence her. Thanks to the efforts of that old Seer, this young Seer could survive. The old made way for the new. It was the rule of life. They felt bad for the friendly old Seer, but probably it was her time to go.

"And Amber, whatever you decide, however this resolves, I don't think it should be decided purely out of fear of the Renshaws. If part of you wants this marriage, wants Tony, for reasons that have nothing to do with contested inheritances or family war, that matters too. Don't let this new danger be the only voice you listen to when you finally decide what you actually want." Chloe sat with that a long moment, the weight of it settling somewhere deeper than the immediate crisis of the contract itself. "I don't know what I want anymore. Two months ago I would have told you, without hesitation, that surviving this story meant avoiding Tony entirely, staying as far from the engagement as the ru

Her eyes searched my face, cold and calculating, like she was weighing whether I was worth the effort it would take to kill me. “You don’t get to swear anything to me,” she said quietly. “If anything happens to either of my brothers—anything at all—I will end you myself. Slowly.” Black spots danced in my vision. Then, suddenly— She released me. I collapsed instantly, sliding down the wall, gasping violently as air flooded back into my lungs. My throat burned. I coughed hard, dragging oxygen into my chest like I’d been underwater too long. Elara stepped back, disgust flickering across her features.

I've turned them into my adversaries without even trying. Someone is leaning above me. I hold my breath so they won't notice that I'm awake. That same someone surprises me by kissing my forehead. My eyes widen. I blink until my vision clears, but even then, I refuse to accept what I'm seeing. Dan smiles, his skin wrinkling over his lovely hazel eyes. "Hey." I keep staring. This is a fantasy. This is not true. It's not possible. Nobody is supposed to care if I live or die. Simon was the only one who cared, and he paid with his life.

“We have to be careful today. The team is watching. Victor is watching. But I can’t stop wanting you. I can’t stop needing you. Even when I know it could cost us everything.” I nodded, letting his warmth chase away the chill of reality. “Then we hold on. In the dark. In the stolen moments. Until we figure out how to fight this without losing each other.” He kissed my forehead one last time, then stepped back with visible effort. The captain’s mask slid back into place, but his eyes still burned when they met mine. “Breakfast in ten,” he said hoarsely. “Act normal. I’ll see you downstairs.” He slipped out of my room as quietly as he had come, leaving me standing there with flushed skin, racin