Marvel Comic Suitcase Novels & Stories

At the end of the day I'm going to have my revenge. I turned the suitcase to Cassiel and he ripped off the lock. I brought it back around and lifted the top half. What the hell is this?

Moments later, Rachel was unlocking a compartment in the backyard of the house that looked like a large refrigerator just as Damon and Carol watched its contents come into view. Folded and set in a box, was the yellow fabricated super suit with a yellow lightning bolt emblem at the chest area that Damon felt with his fingers. "It's a little dusty," Rachel said, "but I think it'll still fit." It was the suit that Damon had worn back when he had been the speedster Spartan.

Just the heavy, waiting silence of the object itself. Taking a deep breath, he lifted the lid. The sight of the sleek, modern aluminum suitcase nestled within the antique chest was a study in dissonance. It was too clean, too perfect. A void of brushed metal in a world of worn wool and dusty pine. Sabe lifted it out, his arms registering its surprising heft. It wasn't the weight of paper. It was the weight of data, of intent. He put it on the wooden table with a solid thunk that seemed to vibrate through the very foundations of the room.

Valentine and I were standing outside the bedroom that he decided to convert into Marvel's room, even after I fought him and told him that Marvel didn't need a bedroom here. Marvel is in heaven right now, sliding down his new bunk bed and then climbing back up the ladder to do it again. The bunk bed is shaped like a fire truck, and there is a fireman's pole at the end of it with a slide on the side. There is a matching dresser and desk, and Courtney even bought a bunch of toys, a TV, and a WiFi for Marvel with Valentine's credit card. He has never been spoiled like that.Stephanie had just left with Courtney and Quinn. They were going to help her pack up her belongings at the pack house and m

It was love at first sight. From the looks of it, someone had been in his office messing around with the Marvel figurines. Scattered in a pile were Hulk, Wolverine, Spiderman and also, he saw now, Magneto. He frowned; holding his Magic Eight Ball close to his chest with one hand as he gently re-set the figurines with the other. Who could’ve been down messing with his things? It had been years since either Marty or Melissa had tried to sneak in here.

"Yes, Mr. Muller asked me to come get some things. Is Mrs. Muller here too?" asked Zayne. "Yes, she's upstairs," said Wanda. Hearing the voices from downstairs, Marisol quickly peered into the study and immediately spotted the black suitcase in the corner. It was her suitcase! The documents had to be in there! But footsteps on the stairs were getting closer, and Andre was walking toward her with a confused expression. Her suitcase with the documents was right there in the study! What should she do now?

"He's done, he just doesn't know it yet. You can't go back to turkey sandwiches after you've had... whatever the hell Luca is. Steak? Venom? Pure sin?" "Venom," I agreed. "Delicious venom." "So what happens now?" Clara asked, her eyes serious again. "He brought you back. Is it over?" I shook my head. "I don't know." I walked over to my suitcase to grab some pajamas. "I'm going to shower, I need to wash the plane off me." I unzipped the main compartment of my suitcase. I pushed aside the folded blouses and the sandals. I reached for the mesh bag where I kept my underwear, but it was empty.

“Still don’t get it.” Scott pulled two crumpled plastic bags from his pocket. “Look. These’ll hold about a hundred cans an bottles each. If we fill em up, we can get close to ten bucks. We’ll split it, five bucks each.” Scott winked. “I was over at Brooks Pharmacy yesterday. Guess what they just got?” Jesse smiled hopefully. “New comics?” “You bet. Secret Defenders, The Hulk . . . an Dr. Strange.” “Cool.” Jesse paused. “Wait. You don’t read comics. What’re you gonna buy with your split?”

Cole I run my fingertips over the smooth leather suitcase as a trio of male servants hurry around the room, packing my things for the journey back home, to Scarlet Thunder. I grip the suitcase and carry it out of the apartment where I’ve been staying inside the castle, looking over my shoulder to take in the red wallpaper and dark furniture for what will be the last time in a very long while.

Then he excitedly drags me all the way up to his room. His room was almost the same size as my room back in Japan but much more stylish and neat. The wall on the right side of his bed is fully turned into a large book shelf with attached study table on one side and a wardrobe on the other. The bookcase proudly held his collection of comics and other books. He goes to his study table and boots his laptop while I look around in his room and examine his comic collection. He got all issues of X-men, Avengers and most of the Marvel comics.