Maniac Marvel Novels & Stories

We were sitting in her room catching up, we hadn't seen each other in two weeks. "Yeah, he should be here soon." Mia replies. Diego Garcia is our other best friend, Mia, Diego, and I have been inseparable since we were seven years old. Suddenly, the door opened, "I've arrived," Diego shouts. He always does this. He's a very dramatic person. Diego Garcia is a hacker for our mafia, along with Mia, much like me, Diego and Mia never go on missions. We mostly work from our warehouses. "Stop screaming, Diego." I scold him jokingly.

called comic books Oh, how cool they looked so unique and twisted weird and one-track-minded | But now they’ve hit the jackpot they’re on the silver screen they’re larger than life I don’t know why they’re smaller than they seemed I’m not just talking about Antman but animal and color-themed and everyone else in between | [Chorus] MCU Mom Sees You She has full control of the content Oh, you think you’re so independent You think you died and to heaven you went There’s so many titles to rent But the truth is MCU Mom Sees You She has the whole world on a filter Everyone looks like a model Down to the last strand of Dr. Strange’s hair Everything’s in pop-pop-poppy color Deadpool’s just a misdeme

He kept looking from his father to the paper that he was flaunting to his face for acceptance and signing. "Tick-tock, time is going by." Cappuccino smiled like he meant no harm. To deal with a Maniac, one needed to be a maniac for a while and that was just the case with his son - Alexander Leonardo.

Her entire life flashed before her within seconds, but most importantly, her little brother. If anything happened to her, or this man hurt her face, how would she be able to survive in the industry ever again? How would she be able to save enough for her brother's surgery? And just as his hand came swinging down, she kicked him again without another thought. This time, she targeted his groin. A sickening grunt escaped Mason as he stumbled back, landed on his knees with his hands clutching his jewels and wheezing like someone had punched the air out of his lungs. "You—!"

he taunted, landing a swift counterpunch that sent the thug stumbling. I faced off against Mohawk Guy who is in front of me, dodging his wild swings of his bat with a mix of agility and street smarts. "I've had enough of clichés for one night," I quipped, landing a solid kick that had him reassessing his life choices. The room became a battleground of fists and chaos. Amid the battle, a mysterious figure in the shadows aimed a gun at us. Before I could react, Hendrix, with his werewolf reflexes, deflected the bullets with a piece of debris.

he said, driving like a maniac. Mickey quickly got on his phone and told Robert we were coming, but I tuned it all out. This was a close call, too close and it could NOT happen again.

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,

but suddenly it crashed out of my mouth, “Fuck man! fuck this shit!” The guy paused and his face became redder. “Did you just say fuck man?” Seeing the veins popping out of his forehead and neck, I lost my cool and involuntarily bursted into rounds of derisive laughter. “Stop laughing!! you moron” The guy bellowed angrily. “I’m not moron, I'm stiles” Fuck! fuck! stop replying, I said mentally and covered my mouth with my fingers so that words wouldn't crash out of my mouth again. It was as if anytime I think of something negative, it crashes out of my mouth.

Discretion. It is what differentiates a monster from a villain. And this man right here is a monster. Not only could he not stomach that a Ponteza mafioso like me, half Italian and half Spanish, was taking over the mafia world. Spain, Italy, Las Vegas and the rest of the network. He also crossed the lines I drew. Children. My disgust when I realised that the overly religious bastard trying to bring me down, built a church and dutifully attended mass but trafficked the young and helpless when he didn't need to.

I said once we were out of the meeting room, my expression unreadable. “Yes, Alpha,” Max responded with an equally serious look. May the Moon Goddess help us! *** Once Max had called in the others and we were all gathered in the pack’s office, I got down to business. “This is going to be quick,” I began, glancing at their faces. “The Council has sent word that the Maniac Rogue is back on a rampage and they have given the order that the team should set off immediately to check out the situation and capture the Maniac,” I said in one breath as they all watched me.