Marvel Comic Suitcase Novels & Stories

Hector’s POV The lock on the suitcase clicked softly open at my question, and I felt it more than I heard the collective sharp intake of breath that followed as I lifted the lid of the suitcase, revealing its contents in all of their hypnotic, horrible beauty. They ranged from needle-thin syringes to thick-bladed knives, shears with serrated edges, and even pliers. When I turned to face them, giving everyone a full look at everything contained inside, Mason let out a low-keening moan before vomiting all over his shirt front.

Unfortunately, the universe wanted to make it known that I was once here, because as I lifted my leg, it got caught between her dresser and the box of make up crashed to the ground. “Shit!” I snarled as I pressed my lips together and quickly checked the window to make sure she didn’t hear the crash. Even though there’s no way she could have heard it anyway. I bent over and picked up the items, putting them back into the box until something caught my eye from underneath the bed. A suitcase. It wasn’t supposed to be my business, but I was curious. Mia wasn’t someone that liked to work, and having a suitcase like that meant illegal stuff… I can’t have that under my roof, if that is what it is.

The tension was palpable, and Robert's bodyguard kept looking around. “Okay, on the count of three, let's throw our suitcases,” said the Blood mafia representative, and Robert nodded. They both got ready with their suitcases and counted down. One. Two. Three. BANG! They threw their suitcases at each other, but at the same time, a bullet flew towards Robert and pierced his head. Instantly, the situation changed. Everyone was completely shocked. Robert's suitcase, which contained the mind control chipset, was obtained by the Blood mafia representative, while the Blood mafia's suitcase containing the money fell to the ground.

But as I stood in the center of my dark bedroom on Friday night, staring down at the two large, obsidian-black suitcases lying wide open on my mattress, my chest felt entirely hollow. The suitcases were half-packed. Neatly folded silk blouses, utility jackets, and design portfolios occupied the deep compartments. It looked organized, clean, and clinical—the exact kind of sterile structure Khalia Salvador would design for a transitional phase. I picked up a soft, cream-colored knit sweater from the remaining pile on the chair. The moment my fingers touched the fabric, my system glitched.

"Okay! Let's all breathe. No one's dying yet. Falcon, please. Keep the insults to a minimum. I don't want you to make Master Cameron cry." Falcon blinked. "You're flattering me to manipulate me. I respect it. But I still have standards. I like to look good in every situation.” He pointed dramatically at the car that held his pink velvet suitcase the size of a coffin. "I have lots of stuff that may come in handy, like my enchanted humidifier, my night serums, the mint hair oil, my spell-proof eye cream, and at least two backup power crystals. Also, I'm not sharing a tent with anyone who farts in their sleep. Yes, I'm talking about you, DJ. You look like the type." "I do not fart in my sleep,”

I moved slightly away from him and looked at him. "My gifts for you are in a red suitcase. Rhys is blue," he proceeded which made me nod. I pulled away from him and went to the red suitcase he said. I opened it some luxurious brands like AV, Enarmoire, Yarnary, Laceal, Pasha, and Flair welcomed my eyes. My eyes sparkled as I touched them. "They're limited edition, babe. I know that you love limited-edition bags," Soren spoke from behind and when I took a glance at him, he was removing his suit while staring at me. I just smiled at him. He really knows me.

It seemed that there must be treasures in this suitcase that he had asked for from Sasha. If it was not valuable, he would not have taken them with him even when he was running for his life. "No, the things in this suitcase are very important to me. I won't leave without it." Edward held the handle of the suitcase tightly and said firmly. The captain of the team clenched his fists so tightly that they made a "crackling" sound. In the end, he waved to the other two bodyguards behind him. "Take this luggage down for Mr. Martel."

Gift after gift, Malaya talked through every single one like she had to make sure Jordan understood each fully—where it would go in her room, what she would do with it, how she would show Uncle Bas the stickers as soon as they got back home. Judy had made her a crochet blanket—red and gold with little snowflakes stitched into the edges—and Malaya wrapped it around her shoulders like a cape, declaring herself "Captain Cozy." Jake and Jenny had gotten her a pile of toys that made her eyes shine, plus a sparkly notebook labeled SECRET THOUGHTS, which Malaya immediately declared off-limits to adults. And Jordan… Jordan had gone big. When Malaya tore into the last wrapped box and found the limite

Pale as a ghost. "My suitcase!" she shrieked, whipping her head up so fast her blinged-out nails nearly stabbed me. "Are you blind?! Watch it! This is Hermès—fifty grand! Limited edition! Discontinued! You wrecked it, moron!" Her voice echoed down the dorm hall. Doors cracked open. Freshmen peeked out, whispering like it was drama o'clock. I glanced at the suitcase—silver shell, custom everything. Then I saw it. Tiny metal tag on the side, frosted finish. Two fancy letters: VV.

I joked. We wandered a bit, looking at the Marvel character items they had until Gina drug me over to the model she told me about. It was pewter, and Captain America was preparing to throw his shield. I knew Rowen had to have it, so I grabbed it. I ended up getting a Hulk model for Jax, and they had a model of Thor’s hammer for Colby, Neither of those were limited edition, but Molly, and Melissa assured me my brothers didn’t have them. Just because I knew Rowen would appreciate it, I bought my first ever Captain America sweatshirt.