Marvel Madman

"Go after them! Don't let her escape, the mother and daughter must be killed." The sound of the chase continued to come from behind. The woman clutched her newborn baby in her arms and dashed forward. The thorns on both sides pricked her legs and bruised her body, but she could care less about that. No one can hurt her daughter, no one!!! However, the one chasing behind her was her husband, the most powerful Alpha in the wolf pack, how could she, a human, be his opponent? Looking at the cliff in front of her, she closed her eyes in despair. Suddenly, there was a "whoosh". A long, cold arrow cut through the sky. With a "poof" sound, the arrow directly pierced into the woman's shoulder. "Ah..." the woman screamed, fell to the ground, the baby in her arms flew out, and was hanging on the edge of the cliff. "Owwww, owwww..." the newborn baby girl cried out in pain. "No!" The woman exclaimed, ignoring her injuries and crawling over like a madman to get her back into her arms. "Elena, hand over this little demon, I will not hurt you." The powerful half wolf man with his army of wolves, stared down at her. "No, she's your daughter, our daughter..." the woman sobbed. "She is a demon, she will kill our wolf pack!" The man was cold-blooded and heartless. "Bastard!" The woman cursed and closed her eyes in despair, she had no other choice. Holding the baby girl, she turned around and jumped off the cliff.

My husband, Liam, got his terminally ill ex-girlfriend, Chloe, pregnant. He said it was to grant her dying wish of becoming a mother. On the day she gave birth, Liam's sister, Isabella, hired a security firm to guard the hospital, claiming it was to prevent me from causing a scene. Isabella stood by Chloe's bedside. "Don't worry, I have people posted at the entrance. If Ava dares to show up and make trouble, we'll have her thrown out immediately." Liam, seeing I hadn't come, breathed a sigh of relief. "Chloe, just focus on delivering our baby safely. Don't worry about anything else." He truly believed that since he was only fulfilling his dying ex's last wish, I would never be so unreasonable as to make a fuss. Looking at the tiny, rosy infant in his arms, he sent me a text: "Darling, I did this for you. I had her carry a child for us, so you could finally be a mother." He thought that as long as I accepted it all, this child was my ultimate reward. But what he didn't know was that I had just surrendered my residency. In one week, I would be in Kenya, working as a volunteer on a project of biomedical research. It was meant to be a final goodbye—a world away from Liam, forever. But he was searching for me like a madman, pleading for me to return.

Welcome to the next generation of The Royal Wolf Of Zidiah - The Next Generation is here! This book can be read as a standalone or as part of a series. Jai is the second son of Leander and Sara, who are featured in The Romerian Alphas Mate. When Jai meets Melinda, he must fight to prove he is everything she needs. Melinda has never known kindness from anyone other than her mother and baby sister. Born to a violent and abusive man who kidnapped her mother when she was but fifteen years old, Melinda knows nothing but pain and suffering. After finding the courage to free herself, her mother and her baby sister from a monster, is Melinda really free? Jai is everything Melinda's father is not, and with the manifestation of powers she didn't realise she possessed, will Melinda be able to take down the man who has haunted her dreams since babyhood? With Jai by her side, Melinda finds the strength to stand up to those who shun her, but will she escape a madman a second time? Or will Jai lose the mate he cannot live without? PLEASE BEAR IN MIND THAT THIS BOOK IS WRITTEN IN BRITISH ENGLISH, AND SOME WORDS, PHRASES, AND SAYINGS MAY DIFFER FROM OTHER FORMS OF ENGLISH, SUCH AS AMERICAN. ALSO, THE BRITISH TERM FOR A BABY WOLF IS CUB, NOT PUP. BOTH ARE CORRECT TERMS. HOWEVER, PUP IS SELDOM USED IN ENGLAND WHEN REFERRING TO WOLF CUBS. THANK YOU.

My Alpha mate Kieran’s new assistant was his childhood friend. She kept using work reports as an excuse to flirt with Kieran. Kieran yelled at her and said that if it weren't for their childhood friendship, he'd kick her out of the pack immediately. I was his one true mate. But just days later, he put his childhood friend Meredith's name on my life's work - my breakthrough research on silver poisoning treatment. When I confronted him about it, he just brushed it off, telling me to think about the bigger picture. At the annual Healer Excellence Awards ceremony, Meredith wore a designer gown and walked on stage as the chief healer to accept the award. Kieran sat in the audience, leading the applause for her. All the camera flashes and congratulations became a joke at my expense. The next day, as I was about to board my flight overseas, Kieran rushed to the airport like a madman to stop me. His eyes were bloodshot as he gripped my wrist: "I was just having fun with Meredith. You're the only Luna of this pack. But if you really leave like this, I'll have you removed from the pack healer registry." His words hit me like a punch to the gut. I spoke each word deliberately. "Kieran, you're way too full of yourself." After landing, I dialed another number: "Alpha Garrett, let's begin the plan to establish the new healing center."

My daughter Mia's congenital heart condition had worsened. She desperately needed the one-of-a-kind miniature artificial heart I'd spent five years developing. The night before surgery, my wife Victoria stole it from the cold storage unit. I rushed to the hospital like a madman, only to find her at the bedside of her first love Dominic Forsythe's son, prepping him for surgery. "Mia can hold on for another six months. Dominic's son can't wait." "What kind of father are you, being this selfish?" Victoria stood there, righteous indignation written all over her face. I looked at my daughter lying in her hospital bed, barely clinging to life, and dialed the overseas number I'd refused a dozen times before. "Professor Ellsworth, this is Nathan Hartley." "I'll accept your offer. But I need you to arrange a medical transport—immediately—to bring my daughter to your facility. Her heart needs emergency intervention." I spent five years developing a life-saving heart for my daughter. Victoria stole it overnight and gave it to Dominic Forsythe’s son. “Mia can hold on for another six months. Dominic's son can't wait.” She had no idea I held all the core patents for that heart. That same night, I took my daughter aboard a medical jet and fled the country. The next time we met, you would be on your knees begging me.

I was a wedding planner, and I personally designed my husband's wedding to his mistress. I had been with Victor for five years. Three of those years were swallowed by the pandemic. The remaining two were spent married, pregnant, and raising a child. The wedding I had always dreamed of existed only as "next time" whenever it came out of his mouth, until the day I received a new wedding planning request. The client was a young woman, her eyes curved with laughter, her smile bright and full of hope. "This is the venue my boyfriend chose himself," she said softly. "He insisted the wedding had to be held here." I took the file from her, and my gaze stopped on the venue name. The church in Clairmont. The very church I had mentioned to my husband countless times, the place I had dreamed of more than anything else. I was just about to smile and marvel at how someone in this world shared my taste so perfectly when the groom's name leapt into view. Victor Langford. My fingers froze on the page. Across from me, the girl was still wrapped in her happiness. She added gently, "We've only been together for two months, but he said he wants to give me the best wedding possible." I curved my lips into a smile and fixed my eyes on that familiar face—the man I had lived with for five years. After all this time, the day I planned Victor's wedding had finally arrived. Too bad the bride wasn't me.

The day I dissolved the mate bond, I called my childhood friend to pick me up. I had a bank card with barely any balance left, my phone, and the same clothes I had worn the day I moved into this house. That was everything I owned after all those years living in the pack. My mate, Derek Anderson, called to say I had left a few things behind. "Forget it. Just throw them away." He seemed reluctant to give up. "Your son keeps saying he wants to see you." I dragged my suitcase behind me and walked away without looking back. "Tell him he'll have a new mom soon. The one he's always wanted." Like father, like son. They even fell for the same woman. In the past, I would have asked myself, 'Why won't they even look at me? I've given them so much.' Now, I felt nothing. If they didn't love me, then so be it. I would let them go and let myself go in the process too. My childhood best friend, Eric Keaton, helped me with my luggage and opened the door of his Maybach. I said one last thing to my mate. "I won't ever disturb you and your son again." After a long time, he found me. He grabbed my arm like a madman and stared at me in despair. "Leah Sullivan, why don't you care about us anymore?"

With her hair sprawled across the pillows, Isadora warped her legs around Vincent's waist, trapping him with her. The strength of what was building was staggering and it edged dangerously closer with every thrust. The high was torturous. If he stopped, she'd cry. Cry, and beg. And maybe kill… "Vincent!~" Isadora cried out in ecstasy. At the sound of his name on her lips, Vincent lost control, grinding and pumping his shaft, squeezing out his climax, a deep and guttural sound forced itself out of his throat. He could hear the sound of blood roaring in his ears. *** Lance Martinez Pedro, is a Don dominating the world of Mafia's. A ruthless genius with an unshakeable empire and a madman with a history of having the peculiar habit of using humans, particularly young children as lab rats to test out his top projects. In one of his causal exploits, Vincent Antonio Fernandez, the son of a powerful neighbor Mafia, got to be one of the victims and the most used material for his experiments as his body was the most compatible. Night and day, these children had to suffer greatly… gradually losing their minds and humanity… in most cases ultimately into addiction. More than a decade later, Vincent is a free man, managing his own Mafia empire, his Influence heavily pressuring others and he is obsessed with getting revenge. Robbed of that opportunity, things take an ugly turn as he discovers his captor had a daughter, hidden in the country. She was manipulative, unrepentant, … She was all he hated. Getting her in his presence, he loathed her in an instant. He swore she would pay for her father's atrocities…. the pain he inflicted, the young lives he took… She shall inherit them all!

I once thought I had the most dangerous yet the most perfect love in the whole world. My lover, Dante Costello, is the Underboss of the Costello family. He carries himself with grace and nobility. Everyone fears and respects him, yet he only shows his gentle side to me. I used to think that the man who keeps lurking in the shadows and has once left humiliating marks on me while gazing at me with cold eyes is his brother, Luciano Costello. Luciano is a Capo who lives in the shadows. He's also a madman whose hands are stained with blood. Everything changes when I smell the unique scent of gunpowder and blood that only Luciano has from Dante's custom-fitted suit. Only then do I realize that I have never just belonged to one man all this time. During the day, Dante plays the role of my perfect lover. He showers me with jewelry and deadly romance. At night, Luciano transforms into a devil who satisfies his twisted, possessive urges in the roughest way possible. Both brothers have set up an elaborate trap to lock me up in this gilded cage and admire my struggles from afar. When I find out about the truth, I don't cry or bleed over it. Instead, I'm filled with eerie calmness. The brothers want to watch me break down. Instead of doing that, I'll ruin them. I flutter effortlessly between the brothers, using their only weakness against them. Apparently, both of them think that they are the only hunters in this game. This time, it's my turn to weave them a trap.

A chorus of howls interrupted my thoughts as I closed my eyes and prayed they wouldn’t find me. But then, I caught his scent, making Rayne surge forward. “Mila?” His voice came out in ragged breaths and sent a shiver down my spine. “Are you okay?” I turned to see Tyler stumbling into the entrance in all his glory. Even like this, I couldn’t help but marvel at his physique. If I didn’t want him, I was doing a terrible job at showing it. I closed my eyes to stop from staring, but even then images of him appeared in my mind. “Please,” I begged. “Just leave me alone!” “You know I can’t do that,” Tyler growled softly. “Let me help you. You’re in he–” “I don’t care!” I screamed. I shivered, not from being cold but from the sweat building all over me. I knew Tyler was moving closer to me, his scent making me dizzy. I wrapped my arms around myself. I’d never experienced anything like this before. It was all-consuming and I needed relief immediately. “Please,” I pleaded with both of them, but slowly lost the battle the moment I felt my hands moving between my legs. **** After enduring not one, but two rejections, Mila decides her only option is to leave before she’s swallowed by the darkness. Years later, Mila mysteriously returns home, her heart consumed by a thirst for vengeance. She uncovers a web of betrayal, lies, and twisted desires threatening to consume her. Bound by a dark romance that ignites forbidden passions, she must navigate a treacherous path filled with danger, where every ally could be an enemy in disguise. What dark secrets will Mila uncover? Get ready for rejections, desire, and revenge.