Marvel Stucky Novels & Stories

When Art History ended, I was the first to leave and go to my next class which was Advanced Programming. “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me," That's my motto for the day until lunch arrives.

"So what are you going to ask them?" "Nothing, for now, I just want to see them." And that he did, the moment he got to the end of the stairway, walked the dimly lit corridor between two rows of empty and occupied cells till he got to cell B17. Both rogues were locked up in the same cell. They looked awfully calm and composed. William dutifully introduced them to Jason and Jason observed them. Timon had black hair that was spiky, his sunken black eyes gave him a grave look and he's cheekbones were over pronounced. He was tall, but taller not Jason. Zack however, was a short, sturdy, bald man. So bald his head shone. His eyes seemed too big for his head and his lips chapped. A golden stud gli

But in the meantime, I would do as I was asked and keep my mouth shut. "Good morning, team," Madoc said. "Before you go off on your mission, we're going to play a little game to make sure everyone is fully prepared. It's called, 'Tell Me What Your Job is When I Point to You, or I'll Suck Your Blood.'" There were confused looks all around. "Kidding! Jeez, Lighten up. Anyway…go." He pointed at Stitch first. "Crowd control, guarding the front entrance and getting key cards to the others." For the last three weeks, Stitch had been undercover. He'd gotten hired at Mega Mart as an entrance greeter.

Something swished down the hall. He wasn’t concerned, however, because he’d already identified it as the cats playing. He ignored the sound, dismissing the slight chill running along his skin. But as he stood, he noticed several things shifted around on top of his bookshelf. Die cast metal figurines of Marvel characters: Hulk, Wolverine, and Spiderman in particular. Which didn’t make sense. The kids weren’t allowed in here. Touching anything on his shelf was absolutely forbidden, because this was the accumulation of twenty years collecting odds and ends. He’d started it shortly after moving in, when Mom and Dad had sent him several boxes of his things they’d stored while he’d attended colleg

The boys replied in unison before returning to their Big Macs. "What I don't understand, why is Nari so adamant being Romeo's mate? Don't get me wrong but what's so special about Romeo?" Annabelle prodded, her face scrunched in confusion. Ouch. Chucky hung his head in embarrassment. Unlike the others who were eating fast food, Chucky was served with a medium rare steak and he wolfed it down quickly. "You mean other than the fact that he's the Alpha of Bayswater and King of Werewolves?" Jughead snickered as he slurped on his carbonated drink.

"You know that you are my favourite client, I will please you first and then I will look after the others" "I told you I like exclusivity. Get back to work, or you'll lose another client". "I thought there was something between us!" The stripper looked at him hopefully, waiting for an answer. The Machiavellian smile made Enrico's face somber, it was obvious he didn't care. The stripper knew that gangster had a heart of stone, but she still liked Enrico. "I can give you that massage you like!" She tried to seduce him with her honeyed voice.

“Listen, Anton. I hate cheesy goodbyes so I’ll make this straight.” “Yeah?” “I will definitely come back here to study at my dream university in Michigan. I want to be like Tom Brady and reach the top! And well, I was hoping to be in the same team as you someday.” “Y-you really mean it?” “Of course! I won’t be the best quarterback out there if I don’t have my fastest runner with me.” Anton grinned as he showed his pinkie. “Then, I’ll be the best running back in here so I could get a scholarship. I’ll be waiting for you in Michigan, Fin.”

Zara Howard It all happened so quickly, anyone could barely process how our living room turned into a gangster scene from a movie. A drunkard gambler who borrowed too much money from the Mafia and had nothing to offer except for empty promises when it was pay up time. Only difference was this time the drunkard was my stepfather, Chad Hudson and the Mafia was Asher Lancaster, the powerful mob boss, who brought with him 6-7 terrifying armed men. My mother was tightly gripping onto my arm as she tried to drag me and my older sister, Scarlett farther away from them. My eyes, however, were fixated on the scene unfolding right in front of me.

Adam grumbled at Uncle Austin. Uncle Austin then looked at the black square-shaped item embedded in the marble table, Uncle Austin smiled. "They didn't hide the stove, Lord." Uncle Austin answered patiently. “The stove you have been looking for is behind you. It's black and square." He continued. Adam finally looked back, it was true. The stove had actually been seen earlier, but he thought that it was part of the table. The picture or pattern on the table.

"Maverick, this is you and Stella's room. I shouldn't be here." Maverick was about to say something when the door creaked open. "As long as I'm here, no one's got the guts to say a word to you," Maverick's mom, Lucinda, said, strolling in with a mug of honey-lemon tea. "The other rooms aren't cleaned yet. Just stay here. Don't worry about that spiteful girl." "No one would dare," Maverick told Quincey with a soft smile—then his face iced over. "If Stella hadn't paid someone to fake that kidnapping, none of this would've happened. You wouldn't have had that asthma attack or messed up your leg."