Marvel Fanfic Novels & Stories

Totally not it! “I figured it will be hard to take in that’s why I am here to inform you, that you Arielle Marvel belongs to me, you are my property to do with whatever I want, your life from now on depends on how you act and how well you keep to the instructions that I will give, bear in mind that I am not a kind person and I hate being disrespected the most, especially by a mere woman, the only reason I am tolerating you talking back right now is because you are still trying to get used to the news, I won’t be this kind next time and there will be punishment attached to talking back to me,”

"I don't want you to just be my mate. You've been acting like my mate right from the very first day we met. I want you to feel the same way I do, to want me and not just to be cordial because we're mates" "We can fix that with time", Marvin shrugs and Gabriella bursts into a fit of wry laughter. "No, Marvin. We aren't fixing anything", she blurts out bitterly. "So you want to continue going against me and attempt making your father take my position of Alpha Ultra?" "I don't know about that for now", she admits. "But what I do know is that despite the fact that I love competition, I can't fight with Amanda for a space in your heart. The idea of having to wrestle with a dead person hurts my pr

[Alexander] We’d spent a long time at the mall, walking around and window-shopping. It was too late to drive out to Oakland, so we agreed that we would do it first thing in the morning. As time went on, I learned more about Valerie - like the fact that she was an avid fan of Marvel movies. “Really? I would have pegged you as a Harry Potter fan.” I asked as we stood outside the cinema staring at a poster. “Nah, we are magic beings, I was hardly interested in that. Black Widow, on the other hand,” Valerie bit her bottom lip and turned doe, pleading eyes on me.

"Intimacy? Hell no we are just friends and nothing more, we didn't hug not even for once. Just that I'm a little excited to meet with her, she left without a note or anything but I knew nothing bad happened to her, she was just that type of lady. At some point I felt she was my mate, I really did like her back then" marvel explained with his eyes stuck in kw but his mind miles away. "And now?" I ask him. Wanting to know if he still had that type of affection for her. "I'm sorry but that has nothing to do with me, it was just a thing, the thing of a moment and it's all gone into dust along with her…I just think it would be nice to meet with her once more" Marcel confessed.

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

“Visitor’s room is down the other hall, Hartwell.” The use of my last name, my father’s name, in that tone, felt like a deliberate provocation. Marvel’s jaw tightened. Buzzcut chuckled. “She was just telling us how she doesn’t support any team, Cap. Neutral party.” I saw the misunderstanding solidify in Marvel’s eyes. He thought I’d been chatting with them. With Ray Collins. “I was waiting for you,” I said to Marvel, emphasizing the last word. But the damage was done. The pride of a losing player, the presence of a rival who seemed to dominate every space he entered, and the girlfriend caught in the middle of it all created a perfect, toxic cocktail.

I almost didn't get the finals, so it's a good thing they gave me a special exam. I looked back at him, he just folded his arms around me. I sighed again. Surely he won't do anything bad to me? Suddenly, my cheeks warmed as the possible events occurred to me. Fvdge! What am I thinking? "I won't do anything you won't like Maria." I turned to look at him because of that. I stared at him in shock. Wait, can he read my mind?! "I can't read your mind, I could smell you." here.

Marvel isn't growing up in a cult. Valentine lets go of my hand, then starts to strip. All thoughts of keeping my head on straight for Marvel's sake go flying out the window. Damn. Is it weird that I want to lick his chest? Just a good swipe of my flattened tongue across his firm, beautifully muscled pec.

Helping Marvel, his hair performed what it has always done since he was ten: it changed color from blonde to silver. I promise this strange shit isn't for me, but I get it; nonetheless, when I'm very upset, my hair turns gold instead of black. Whatever it is about our hair, it is strange; even my mother tries to calm me down when I am upset. Mom is rarely able to spend time with me, owing to Dad's refusal to leave her alone. Aunt Miracle and Aunt Silvia are more cautious now that they had three sons and are expecting their fourth. My cousin Marvel and niece Sunny are extremely different personalities. Marvel is loud and outgoing, whilst Sunny is introverted and keeps everything to herself.

Marvel was a product of single parenting, her parents had divorce when they were little and she had stayed with her mother because then, she was just three years old while Mirabel went with their father. Actually, I only met Mirabel twice. Once during our matriculation when I had only met marvel a few days before the matriculation day and the second time when the sister had to go back and had come to see marvel for a last hug before she left and since then she had just come back. "It's been like five years now, she must be so excited.” Diane chipped in. "Let me get you some bottled water from the cafeteria.” Diane wanted to stand up to go get me some water but I stopped her before she did.