Martinex Marvel Novels & Stories

“Olivia Martin, your Olivia Martin went to Spain on July 23th of 2002 with an American passport, returned on August 4th of 2005 with a European passport and left again two months later; she hasn’t returned since then.” “I need more information.” I commented denying everything “No... It can't be. It's her!” “That's not all, Crafty Minds is indeed owned by Elizabeth Mills, but there is a clause that explains that her right hand, a certain Olivia Sánchez, is her frontman, and that everything would pass into the hands of this woman in case something happened to Mills.” “Sanchez? That’s Olivia’s mother’s last name.” I explained “How long has been the company operating?”

Loren chuckled, making Martina blush. Both of them arrived at the knighthood ground laughing and smiling like newlyweds. Seeing them so happy together the knights felt miserable. Even Xavier wanted to stop Martina from going on battle. As the closest friend of Loren, Xavier knew how madly Loren loved Martina. If something were to happen to Martina on the battlefield, Loren would go mad and burn the world in rage. " Captain Xavier, why do you look sad?" Martina asked, curiously to which Xavier smiled and replied," Because once again I have to protect you, your majesty."

“ Because I am a close associate of your husband. I am Martins from the dark organization. One who you should be affiliated with” My grip tightened around the pen, as my finger searched for the emergency button. “ Ohhh, that, don't bother looking for it because I had it denoted before I walked in” he added, an unhinged smile on his lips.

"I'm not concerned about Xavier, I only care about Amelia, and I'm going to get her" 'I don't think you can get her, Xavier doesn't look like he's ready to release that girl" Martin said looking intently at Hardin and Hardin just shrugged. He signaled him to pass the bottle of vodka to his side and when he did, Martin gulped the whole content squinting his eyes as he felt The Hotness of the drink at the back of his throat.

Kids lining up to buy gum from Charles Hartley for two dollars a pack. I rushed to my locker. Five minutes until the first period. “Yo!” I turned. Mason Drew. One of the few genuinely evil people in my class. Buzz cut. Good face. Around my height—thankfully. He wore a pair of Miles Morales Jordans, my dream shoes. “How was Mexico, my man?” he asked. “I didn’t go this year. Budget.” He laughed. “Dude, you got infinite money.” “I’m not rich. Have you seen my car?”

Ellena felt that it was a little strange, so she interrupted Martin, "Martin, what are you talking about?" Martin took a deep breath as if he was making a big decision. He said, "Ellena, even if Edward fails to live up to you and doesn't treat you well, you shouldn’t try to buy a killer from the X Organization to deal with him!" Ellena did not know whether to laugh or cry. She said to Martin, "What is in your head? Did I say I am going to pay a killer to deal with Edward?" Although she felt that there was something wrong with Martin's brain, Martin's tone indicated that he knew about the X Organization and knew it very well.

Pain exploded through my cheek, but I refused to let him see the tears pooling in my eyes. “You’re going to regret that.” His voice dropped, low and dangerous. He grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him. “Raphael isn’t untouchable. He’s just a man, Martha. And men bleed.” I tried to jerk away, but his grip tightened. “You know what the best part is?” Martin leaned closer, his voice dripping venom. “When Raphael finally finds this place, it’ll be too late. He’ll get to pick up what’s left of you—and when I’m done with him, there won’t be enough left to bury.”

Martin said to the warriors. “Now pair up and start spurring” Martin gives us orders, and I am paired up with this huge guy with a huge scar on his cheek. His face is scary and there is no doubt he was Williams best warrior. I remember his face from that day. Thinking of him and that day makes me angry, and I lunge at him.