Marvel Stans Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Yeah. Andy Samberg is comedy gold. The whole cast is—” “Amazeballs?” he teased. “I was going to say awesomesauce, thank you very much.” He chuckled and turned his attention back to the TV. “DC or Marvel?” “DC.” “Nope. It’s Marvel all the way.” “You’re wrong.” I grabbed another chip and broke it in half. “The Marvel movies are way better.” “I’ll give you that, but if we’re comparing actual cannon, like the comics and stories, then DC wins hands down.”

PRESENT Arabella felt stupid reading the line again and again on Wylder’s phone. ‘Doctor Stephen Strange is a character appearing in American comic books published by Marvel Comics.’ When she all of a sudden remembered his name, then she was hopeful that maybe, maybe, she could help herself in one way or another, but it looked like the person whom she could remember from her past was of no use to her. “Are you sure that there is no other Doctor Stephen Strange?” She asked with a little hope. All she could find was a dead end.

"Getting you out... was the only thing... that mattered." "You foolish man!" I screamed, the sound tearing from my throat, raw and broken. The guilt hit me like a physical blow, knocking the air straight out of my lungs. He had stood there in the dark, giving me a speech about my talent and my future, holding my hand while his own blood was turning to liquid fire inside his veins. "Why didn't you say something? Why do you always treat your life like it's disposable?" "Because without you... it is," Stan choked out. He coughed, a thin smear of dark blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. "My steel... was never going to be enough, Vivian. I can fight ten men... not an army. Not a bloodli

Kayden says. "I know! But the cost is a little too much! I love Tony Stark!" I tell him. "I know that Tony Stark is one of a kind but he died a hero. Don't you remember E.D.I.T.H.? Tony will be remembered forever. He will live forever in everyone's hearts." Kayden says. "I know but-" I stop middle sentence as realization hits me. My eyes grow wide as I stare at Kayden. "You're a Marvel fan!" I state rather than ask.

-17 Years Later- Matt's POV Finally sitting on Marvel's shoulder, I placed my palms on the windows' borders, curious as to what was going on with everyone. Ancle Stan and Aunt Miracle had come to my parents' house to meet with both grandparents. Do you see anything? Or at least hear, "My shoulders hurt you fat mutt!" I glared at Marvel, who is a pain in my ass. "They will have their wolves soon, it's best to teach them now before anything happens."

Is he a part of the Mafia or what? How can someone has brutal as this still exist. Jail he should to to jail. Fuck am calling the police. God......look at that body.... The chest which stood like an holy ground where I won't mind offering a prayer, then the v-line on his hips, just like a call of duty. A duty that would make you want to rip off his towel and show what's hidden behind to the world. Right in front of me is Xavier, well not just Xavier, a naked Xavier.

And it's all because we're too stupid to see that love is the answer, not the problem. I'm standing there when I see something move on the other side of the river. A figure in the shadows. My hand goes to my weapon. The figure steps into the moonlight. And I see his face. Pale skin, dark hair. Red eyes that glow in the darkness. It's him. It's Stark. He's escaped. And he's here.

His chest was right up against mine, and for a few seconds, I forgot how to speak. I picked up Marvel and walked to my car, fastening his seatbelt. “Hey! Don’t be mean to my mommy!” Marvel yells, fighting the harness of his car seat to get free. Valentine ignores him, continuing to stare down at me. “Why did you think I was married, Vivian? Why? Did someone say something to you? Did someone else?” “Stephanie?” I looked at him like he was crazy. Marvel is trying to kick Valentine, but is just a few inches shy as he yells at Valentine to leave me alone. He was fine with Valentine a minute ago, but that was before he thought the towering man was a threat to his mom.

"Cian is a sociopath, Marigold. He doesn't want a Lord Chancellor. He wants a dog. And while I am many things—arrogant, greedy, vain—I am no man's dog." He looked at me, his monocle glinting in the firelight. "Besides," he said softly. "I saw your mother in you today. When you stood up to him. Marina... she had that same fire. She burned bright." "Did she?" I asked, tracing the gold key with a numb finger. "She terrified me," Stark admitted. "Just like you do." We sat in silence for a long time. The only sound was the wind howling outside and the crackle of the fire.

“I need to make a name for myself. Kendrick is my way to do that. I’m not going to pretend otherwise. We both know he is more powerful than the richest Lycan in this pack.” Mara felt heat rising in her chest. “You’re pathetic.” Stacy’s smile didn’t falter. “Call me what you want, but I know what I want, and I always get it.” “You think you’ll just take him from anyone who stands in your way? Where's your loyalty?” Mara asked, her voice sharper now. “I don’t think,” Stacy said softly, leaning in. “I know. And I stopped caring about what people think.” “I wish Leah knew what a terrible person you are. She should have cut you off long before now.”