Marvel Madman Novels & Stories

"But she has gone mad, and I don't have any emotions. I can't give her the response she wants." "It's fine! As long as you're around! Just keep her calm for three months. Once the world's firewall is repaired, I'll send you away immediately! Not only will I return your emotions, but I'll even give you five million dollars for retirement!" The system quickly threw out the bait. I considered it for a moment. Five million dollars was enough for me to live a worry-free life. And so, I agreed. When I opened my eyes again, I was standing in front of that familiar villa halfway up the hill. The front door was open, and Jessica stumbled out.

“I know. So what’s wrong she obviously isn’t pushing you away.” “Did they sort out the side effects of the labido drug Warren?” “They assured me all the glitches had been taken care of and there were no side effects.” “So why the fuck can’t she taste shit and she’s fucking unsteady in her fucking legs. This isn’t what I signed up for Warren. These issues need to be sorted and No or I’m out.” “Don’t get you undies in a twist Maulvy I’ll give them a call and see what the fuck went wrong and to make sure they rigth it okay.”

The need to possess her had driven him for too long, and he was so tired of behaving irrationally when it came to Mia. If only she hadn’t been Vadim Kasilli’s daughter, things would have been much simpler. He could have wooed and wowed her, and she would have been at his side—and in his bed—months ago. It had taken a five?minute conversation with Arvin Lovelle to disabuse him of the notion it would be an easy conquest. After he’d discovered her lineage and learned she loathed all things related to the russkaya mafiya, he’d known it was

I said to Mady. "Start looking for a fire escape." Her and I pushed our way back through the crowd, our eyes straining to find a red-glowing exit sign along the walls around us. As we passed those who were still running up to the entrance, I caught parts of their frenzied conversations; "They're looking for someone..." "I think it's the feds." "Did you see that guy? He threw the roulette wheel into the blackjack table!" Mady and I exchanged looks as we both heard what the last woman saidHad Bruce Banner lost his bets and turned into the Hulk?

I say a little to happily. "Good morning Alpha Braddock, this is Councilmen Charles," he clears his throat, "there is a verdict on your case against former Alpha Vincent DeLuca, he's been found guilty of tampering with a fated mate bond and is sentenced to 4 years." I nod as I listen, "thank you for letting me know, have you told his family yet?" He sighs heavily, "that's my next call to the Midnight pack, thank you Alpha Braddock for your time." he hangs up.

I said, and the words came out faster than I intended, the need to correct it immediate, “I’m not their mate, I never was, they told me themselves, Miasan told them, I’m close to human, I have barely anything, I'm doom, that’s what they said, that’s what she told them” He laughed. Not a small laugh, a real one, something that moved through his whole chest, his head tilting back with it, his hand dropping from my jaw immediately. “Doom,” he repeated, still laughing slightly, shaking his head, “not their mate, close to human, barely anything.”

“So you’re the stereotypical alpha male then. But what about the name - Henry Hull. In the hospital, they said that was the name of an old actor.” “So no two people can share a name?” he askes then shrugs. “But yes, you’re right. It’s fake. I do have a bit of a checkered past, mostly white-collar crimes. Insider trading, embezzlement, money laundering, that sort of thing. When I was turned, I felt like a god and thought I could do whatever I wanted. I got caught and was going to go to jail. You know a bit of how that is and know how it could’ve ended badly so I managed to disappear and change my name. I’ve learned my lesson. I’m mostly on the straight and narrow now.”

He choked on his drink a little. I gave a loud laugh. "Don't worry silly... we are all in this together ",I said. He gave me a puzzled look. "You're a Mafian too? ",he asked me. "How else did you think I was able to detect that you are Riccardo Davinchi the greatest and most feared Mafian in the universe " Exaggeration.... you're not. The hype seemed to have calmed him down a little. He smiled. "Well.... that's what they say huh? "

“That's good. You don't know how happy I am to hear that you think of me.“ I rolled my eyes, frustrated. What had I expected from him anyway? “Untie me,“ I demanded. “My wrists hurt.“ His grin faded off completely. “Not so fast, doc. You crossed the line today, so you ought to be punished.“ I frowned. “What?“ My gaze followed Aiden's motion as he reached out for a long whip. “I saw you and that man today, Darrel,“ he revealed. “That businessman dressed in a black suit and all that.“ Was he talking about Zagreb? “He's one of the hospital directors,“ I found myself explaining. Fuck! What exactly had this kid turned me into? “There's nothing between us.“ “And yet, you let him flirt with you?“ I

The Mishra household was still asleep. The clock read 5:58 AM. Birds hadn’t started chirping. Chai wasn’t brewing. Even the milkman hadn’t arrived. But one creature stirred in the shadows — her anklets muted with socks, her eyes wild with purpose, her breath steady. Timtim Mishra, certified drama queen, full-time prankster, and now part-time vigilante of lost balcony dreams, stood near the base of the stairs… holding a Bluetooth speaker and wearing the smirk of a girl with absolutely no regrets.