Marvel Comic Suitcase Novels & Stories

Had Giselle touched all of them? After thirty minutes, the bomb squad leader came back down. "Mr. Cross, there's no bomb. But you need to see what's in those suitcases." We rode the elevator up to my penthouse. The doors opened and I could see the three large suitcases sitting in my living room. They were open. Inside them were clothes. Women's clothes. Expensive designer dresses, shoes, lingerie, cosmetics. Everything a woman would need for an extended stay. "She's moving in," Marcus said quietly.

I gape. “We might have been having people collect them for you when they visit the human realm,” he says sheepishly. Axel pulls out a cardboard box from the cupboard and brings it over, placing it on the couch beside me. I put my coffee down and open the box eagerly. I pull out all the Avengers and Guardians of the Galaxy movies.

He says and looks at me, but I have no idea what he means. “Yes,” Elenor answers for me. “Rudy,” The man in the black suit says snapping his fingers and the man behind him, who I figure is Rudy props a metallic suitcase on the island counter. “Here you go boss,” Rudy says, his voice deep and gravelly. The one referred to as Boss presses his thumb to the suitcase and the lid pops open. Inside lay an array of gadgets of all different sizes and shapes. He unclips one from it’s place in the suitcase and holds it up to inspect it. It’s shaped like a gun, but with a more rounded barrel.

My mate swallows, nodding as we all begin slotting the vials of serum into our suits as we clip them in so they don’t fall out once the fighting begins. The air in the room thickens as the clock ticks. I can almost sense how close Teddy is getting, and I don’t like it. We have our plan; we just need to see it through. “What are these 6 holes for then?” Avery asks as Gabriel reaches into the box only to bring out a small ornate wooden chest. “It’s for these.” He begins opening them up, and I see what looks like a spider brooch. A shiver crawls up my spine seeing them, much like many others in the room. Stacey visibly recoils. “Ugh, I hate spiders.”

Then he left. For a second, she thought maybe he would let her go. But when he returned, her stomach dropped. In his hand was a blood-red suitcase. He set it down, unlatched it, and opened it wide. Her eyes widened. Inside were toys—dark, wicked things she had only ever seen whispered about. Steel cuffs. Leather. Things that spoke of punishment, not play. He plucked a cuff, letting it dangle from his finger as he looked straight at her. His lips curled into a shadowed smile.

Sarah grabbed a spare basket by an eating booth "Alright, let's go." We first walked by the clothing department. Sarah pushed the basket slowly as she scanned the section. "We-you should get him a t-shirt." "Okay, I think it should be a graphi-" My eyes landed on a Captain America T-shirt. "Yes, this is perfect! I remember him telling me he loved Marvel." "Yes, but all of the Marvel characters?" I nodded "Yeah, he said all of Marvel. So this would be great." Sarah smiled "Sick. Now, I think you should get the extra large."

His suitcase sat wide open in the middle of the living room, haphazardly stuffed with clothes, documents, and several exquisitely wrapped gift boxes. I opened the first one. It was a set of high-end skincare products.

"You taste good, Monica." "Fuck. I want more. I need more." Jade stood from the chair, clapping slowly. "Beautiful," she said. "Absolutely beautiful." She walked to her suitcase and unzipped it completely. My eyes widened the moment the suitcase fell open. The suitcase was filled with sex toys in every shape and every size. Dildos, vibrators, butt plugs, ropes, blindfolds, paddles, leather cuffs, a spreader bar and a strap-on harness with a bright purple dildo attached.

Many more overall. But Jonathan was looking at the suitcase. “What?” Elena repeated. “The compression mass didn't decrease.” Silence. Thread understood first. “That is impossible.” Jonathan scanned again. “The boxes were not the storage.” Claire went pale. “No.” Current Elena looked at the suitcase. “Then what were they?” “Interfaces.” Everyone froze. Charles backed away. “The wood.” Elena turned. “What?” Charles pointed at the suitcase itself. Not the boxes. The suitcase. Same wood as Edward’s laboratory.

There was Josh’s disorganized collection of sneakers, each pair costing an arm; motorcycle helmets whose visors became tinted depending on the amount of light that entered them; the oversized sunglasses that made Josh and her look like decadent celebrity royalty – or human dragonflies; Victoria’s secret lingerie that he had bought for her to try on, now wrapped around a lampshade; crushed cans of beer and a bottle of vodka that Josh had shoplifted, now empty; love notes that she wrote for him; a lighter shaped like a very realistic gun, which she had given him as a Junior High graduation gift. The rest was a sort of collective stash for The Retaliators: Marvel comic books, FHM and Playboy ma