Did Thanos Kill The Collector Novels & Stories

There's a famous saying that goes;‘protect what you love whether it is living or not, family or stranger; you're obliged to protect them’ but what if there's a person, a woman, a spy who kills to protect what she loves. ‘I love them, that's why I killed them.’The emotionless woman said. Not even flinching as she stares at the bloodbath she caused around her. "You're lucky, I hate you, I won't kill you as I do to those people," she whispered purposely grazing his cheeks with hers. When Blanche failed her mission to kill Ace Crowne – a man known to have a connection with the notorious mafia in the world, she found herself in a new identity as Cleo Martinez that was given a second chance to kill him. But as soon as she tried to do her mission, something, someone was stopping her. Is it because she can't love him that's why she can't kill him? Or was it something more than that? Like giving her hints that he was not the one she should kill? Will Blanche can connect all the hints he has given and complete the puzzle in time? In a world where she was taught to 'kill those she loves' will that be able to triumph when she met people who offered her love than ever before.

Nicolas King once placed his trust in everyone except the one who held his heart, ignorantly pushing Aria Williams away along with the future of love and happiness he envisioned with her. Only in hindsight did he grasp the gravity of his mistake. Now, five years later, she returns consumed by a singular purpose: to seek revenge and make those who tortured and attempted to kill her pay for their mistakes. Meanwhile, he embarks on a pursuit to reclaim her affection, rebuild the trust he once shattered, and reignite the flame of her love. However, the path to his redemption is filled with obstacles, for she is determined to protect her heart and the little ones she vowed to keep safe with her life, making his journey difficult. Yet, undeterred, he presses on, fueled by the fervent hope of winning back the woman he foolishly let slip through his fingers five years ago."

In my previous life, I shoved the police chief’s daughter out of the way with everything I had. A truck ran over me instead, crushing both my legs. The police department awarded me a medal and I became a hero praised by the entire city. However, when she woke up, she pointed at me and told her father that I tried to kill her. My parents slapped me on the spot. “Why would you try to hurt her?!” My younger brother stood behind them and said quietly, “Henry… I saw you that day. You really did push her…” The driver who hit us claimed I had instructed him to run her down and said I was trying to stage an accident to murder her. I was sentenced to fifteen years. The day I entered prison, I was in a wheelchair. My mother held my brother’s hand and glanced back at me. Her eyes were filled with disgust. “How did we raise a monster like you?” In prison, a gang leader arranged by the police chief gouged out my eyes and slashed the tendons in my hands. I died consumed by hatred. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at that same intersection. A large truck was barreling straight toward the police chief’s daughter. I slowly took a step back. This time, I was not going to save anyone.

I was on the verge of unbuckling his belt when he pulled away so forcefully I stumbled forward, disoriented by the sudden loss of contact. My core throbbed, my nipples could cut diamonds, and my skin was so sensitive even the brush of air caused me to tremble. But when the fog of sensation dissipated, I realized Alex was glaring at me. “Fuck.” He scrubbed a hand over his face, his scowl fierce enough to make grown men quake. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” “Alex—” “No. What the hell were you thinking?” he bit out. “Did you think we would fuck in the kitchen while your friends are in the other room?” Heat scorched my cheeks. “If this is about Josh—” “It’s not about Josh.” Alex pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled a slow, controlled breath. “Not entirely.” “Then what is it?” He wanted me. I knew he did; I felt it, and I’m not just talking about the massive bulge straining his pants. Yes, Josh would attempt to murder us both if he found out what happened, but he couldn’t stay mad at us forever. Besides, he didn’t return to D.C. until Christmas. We had time. “It’s me. And you. Together. It won’t work.” Alex’s glare intensified. “Whatever fantasies you have of us swirling in that pretty head of yours, kill them. That kiss was a one-time mistake. It’ll never happen again.”

In the high-stakes world of Thorne Global, Julian Thorne is a man who calculates every move, valuing cold efficiency over the unpredictability of human emotion. But one night at a high-society masquerade ball, his world is upended by a magnetic encounter with a woman in a silver mask. Elena Vance, posing as her twin sister Layla to settle a family debt, never intended for their anonymous connection to become anything more than a single, electric memory. The illusion shatters two months later when Elena discovers she is pregnant. Before she can find a way to tell the mystery man from the ball, Julian finds her. He believes she is Layla—the social climber he once despised—and is stunned by the "new," grounded woman standing before him. When the truth of the pregnancy comes to light, Julian demands a contractual cohabitation to protect his legacy, unaware that the woman he is falling for is living under a stolen identity. As the pregnancy progresses, the ice around Julian’s heart begins to melt, but the web of lies Elena has spun grows increasingly fragile. Between a blackmailing debt collector, a vengeful twin sister, and corporate rivals looking for any sign of weakness, the stakes have never been higher. When Elena finally confesses her true identity, the fallout is catastrophic, forcing them both to decide if their connection was built on a lie or something far more enduring.

I dislike vampires because they killed my parents. I called them with different kinds of names… monster, scoundrel, devil and creatures that deserved to be in hell. Nevertheless, I didn’t foresaw myself falling for a vampire- a creature’s ancestor who was the reason behind my loved one’s death. "Listen to me, woman," he muttered in terror. "You should stand now and clean my room to pay for your debt and as a sign of respect to your master. Now that you're in my possession, all you need to do is follow what I say, never oppose me, and refrain from digging or talking back until I say so. Did your tiny, little brain get it?" I told myself I’d kill him, but those dreams I awaited to execute began slipping off my mind as the anger I had to their origin turned to a poisonous love which shouldn’t have existed. All of these started the moment he uttered the words, “Mine…”

I became an assassin to save my family. I never expected to save my target instead. Buried under my parents' debts and my grandmother's medical bills, I made a desperate choice. I sold my soul to a shadowy organization, my first mission: to eliminate a ruthless mafia. The job went sideways. In the chaos, I did the one thing an assassin should never do—I saved his life, Det. Now, I am forced to become is bodyguard. He became my sanctuary and my greatest threat. Every moment with him blurs the line between duty and desire. But the deeper I fall, the closer I get to a devastating truth: Det’s family is responsible for my parents' death and my grandmother's cruel fate. Now, I'm torn between my heart and a vow of vengeance. Do I follow my grandmother's last words to kill them all, or do I protect the man I was never supposed to love?

"I love you, Evelyn..." "Don't you dare tell me that. Your mom fucking killed my parents. Even if she didn't want us together, why the hell did she have to kill my parents?" Tears drips down her cheeks as she stares at him with resentment. This is the same man she used to love with everything in her, the man that used to be the source of her happiness, but now all she feels for him is hatred. "I won't spare you or your mom, Jayden. Your family will pay for this pain you have caused me!" She screams as she falls to her knees and cries her eyes out. Evelyn's relationship with her boss was the craziest that ever existed, but they never knew that they'd eventually fall in love with each other, until the feelings set in and they couldn't control it. However, things went bad as the biggest obstacle in their relationship surfaces, and lives had to be sacrificed. Will this relationship last forever?

“How could you do this to me? I am the Alpha’s daughter.” “Not anymore, Rachel Weston. You’re nothing but my slave… my plaything.” Alpha Kyle growled at her, hatefully. ~~ Rachel Weston is the daughter of the alpha who killed his family, razed his pack and enslaved him and his people. After 10 years of being maltreated like a slave, Alpha Kyle managed to take over and kill Rachel’s father, liberating his people from slavery. All he wants is revenge… Now, he has the Alpha’s beloved daughter in his palms. She’s his slave, and he will make her atone for all her father did to him and his pack. However, Rachel was nothing like her father. She was different from him. Just when he was set to make her pay… love rose from deep-rooted hatred. What does fate have in store for a princess who turned into a slave?

He married her for revenge. He wanted to torture her and get back at her parents for what they did. But his anger took a back seat when he started to see the cute woman and sweet. He started liking their sweet moments together. He started to like her. But before he could give a name to his feelings, she left claiming that she was in love with someone else. She left the man she loved more than herself. She loves him so much that she sacrifices her happiness, foolishly believing that he would be happy without her. But little did she know that he would come back to claim her again. This is the story of Kairo and Rose. He came back to claim his wife and kill anyone who stood in his way, even her lover. He is a mafia man after all. He promised to let her go if she wants to. But he is about to break his promise, because Mafia men never play fair.