Fitz Simmons Marvel Novels & Stories

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

"So... what's happened? Did Lisa Cartwright 'accidentally-on purpose' post naked pictures again?" "Oh, no, thank God," Krissie gasped before making a puking gesture. "It's Caleb Spencer this time. Apparently, right, he cut some guy's fingers off," Carla revealed. Alice scoffed and screwed her face. "No way." "And the guy is Miss Simmons’s kid," Krissie input, eyes shining with glee. Nobody liked Miss Simmons, but Krissie hated the woman with a fiery passion after having several run-ins with her. The woman was the very definition of a battle axe.

Still, I can’t deny I long to be Simon’s, and I can’t help and wonder if he will ever ask me to marry him. My first night home was a bit more subdued than I would have thought. I am still plagued by the memories of my last day at the]is house, and I guess Simon can sense my mood because he does not try to force me to cheer up. Instead, he orders my favorite pizza, and we cuddle on the couch, and because he is a marvel fan through and through, I sit through the first Iron man, and while I secretly love it, I pretend it was just meeh! so I can see his indignation as he explains why RDJ is the best avenger even though his favorite marvel character is Loki played by his crush Tom Hiddleston, it

Simmons felt like he had a lot of potentials. Of the ten students, Gilbert was the one with the most hope to become a sixth-grade alchemist, because of that, Mr. Simmons would always face him with a smile. Mr. Simmons had always been someone who would suck up to the powerful and trample all over the weak. If not for that, Mr. Simmons would not even have raised an eyebrow no matter what Gilbert said. When he becomes a sixth-grade alchemist, the first person he wanted to deal with would be Mr. Simmons. Mr. Simmons enjoyed looking for trouble where there was none far too much. As he thought about everything, the door to the hall suddenly opened.

POV: Simon and I have been friends for a while now. His mom runs FY Glams. It’s a reputable organization that makes expensive, high class jewelry. She has been in the business for a long time and she knows everything there is to know about Jewelries. They have mingled long enough with the elites to be considered one of them. Everyone in our department knew that his mom was a big shot in the jewelry business, so many girls clung to him and tried to use him to climb up the social ladder.

Trying to shake off the feeling, I focused on the positive – I had set my boundaries and Adrian had respected them. I walked down the sleek, modern hallway towards the elevator. The polished marble floor gleamed under the bright lights, and the walls were adorned with tasteful contemporary art. As I approached the elevator, I was surprised to see Lucas Simmons waiting. He was impeccably dressed as always, his dark suit fitting him perfectly, and his blue eyes sharp and observant. "Ms. Martinez," he greeted me with a polite nod, his voice smooth. "Do you have a moment?" "Of course, Mr. Simmons," I replied, curious. "What can I do for you?"

He could not let Hazel see him. It was not a difficult thing for Simon. Simon squatted down and attacked in the direction chestnuts came from. He steadily grabbed Hazel's throat from the back and quickly tightened his grip. "Who are you?" Hazel was shocked but did not panic. "Why were you following me?" "Hum!" Simon sneered. He took out a voice changer and stuck it to his throat, saying, "You could detect that I was following you. You're not ordinary! Don't worry. I'm not interested in you. I just want to know if you know a girl with an S character on her wrist?"

I had truly been a fool back then. I knocked on the door a few times. The door was answered by her best friend, Isabella Hart. Isabella called out into the apartment. "Vicky, your simp is here." All of Victoria's friends knew I was her simp, and I had gotten used to being called that.

The same sword Dad once wielded. I was stunned. Enraged. I wanted to question him. But I knew better. No one questions the Alpha, only the elders, or the goddess herself, have that right. Now we wait. For the fallout of the choice he made. “Miss Ford, are you listening?” Thud Simmons, one of our advocates, nudges me gently. My eyes focus on him for the first time today. He’s an omega. Handsome, intelligent, efficient. When he pitches legal strategies, there’s always a fleeting, dangerous flicker of interest in me from him. Almost.

Simon was every single thing that women wanted, apparently, and he couldn’t blame Reena at all for her immediate reaction to the guy. Simon was as tall and broad as Mitch, and as strong and lethal in the ring. More so, if Mitch was being totally honest with himself. But it was his face that really drove women and sponsors crazy: the guy was nothing short of male model material, and even Mitch could see that Simon was fucking gorgeous. Flashing brown eyes, wide grin, white teeth. His nose had been expertly reset every time that it had been broken, and it was as chiseled as the rest of him. Sponsors were fighting to the death for him to promote their clothes, equipment, cars, watches. Every si