Marvel Super Extraction Novels & Stories

Phil said offering a small of piece which I grabbed off of his hands. “You suckers. Why do you love this stuff?” I asked even though I already know the obvious answer. “You don’t want it?” Phil was about to take his offer back. “No, let me have it.” I said as I quickly put the stuff inside my mouth without having second thoughts. I struggled for a bit as I chewed the dried piece of mushroom which tasted like a dirty bubblegum. I swallowed it after a few moments. “If you want to a fly like superman, this is the right stuff.” Marlon uttered almost dreamily.

He, the mighty mafia Don, had been crippled by a woman with a bottle of glue? If that bitch hadn't been so eager, insisting on using that lubricant, how could he have ended up like this?! Marco suddenly pulled a gun from beneath his pillow and stormed into the neighboring hospital room. "Bitch! You did this to me!" Just then, Carlo rushed in, drenched in sweat. "Don Vitale! Something terrible has happened! The family's core accounts… are empty! "All the liquid funds have been transferred away. The payments from three transport routes have been intercepted, and even your private vault has been completely cleared out!"

he commanded. "Yes, your highness." They both replied and left. "Stay with me Bella, they are almost here…" Alpha Liam replied and tried to wipe his tears off before he heard the door flung open as Marvel ran in with the usual herb he does get for his mom on a daily basis to help her feel better. "Mom…Mom…please don't leave us. I…will do whatever you ask for right now in this instance. Please … Look…look…i bought the herb, I can blend it for you so…" he wanted to leave when his mother's hand touched him.

I was going to give him a meal that ensured nobody would be speaking for a very, very long time! I reached into the back of the pantry, past the organic honey and the Himalayan salt, to my "Specialty Chemistry" shelf, the one the head chef didn't know about. I pulled out a jar of Ultra-Grade Manuka Honey and a concentrated extract of Marshmallow Root and Xylitol Glue. "You want to trap me, Julian?" I muttered in my real voice, a low growl that would have sent my board of directors running for the hills. "Let’s see how you handle the silent treatment."

Keysha is very sure that Marvel might have remembered it, even if little by little. "Yeah, you're the woman in the strawberry garden, right?" replied Marvel. Hearing Marvel's answer, Keysha sighed. Evidently, Marvel didn't remember who Keysha was; he only remembered the last time they met before he fainted. After seeing Marvel's condition, the Doctor spoke to both of Marvel's parents. The Doctor had carried out further examinations, and the result was that Marvel had a concussion, which made him lose his memory. This could be temporary or permanent. The doctor advised Marverl not to be forced to remember because that would actually be fatal to his brain function; the brain would be forced to

Her eyes scanned the list, and with a small, satisfied smile, she drew two firm checkmarks: ✔️ #GetTheSuperstarAttention ✔️ #GetHimCurious The first two steps were complete. He had looked. He had lingered. He had messaged. And now, it was time for the third move. The one that would twist the knife. She wrote it slowly, deliberately, like a spell she was casting: #MakeTheSuperstarJealous This one would be harder. Riskier. Because it meant involving someone else. Someone real. Someone who could make Charles feel what she had felt when he looked at her like she was nothing.

that hovered just outside the silver bars of our prison, its red optical sensor scanning my frozen face like a piece of meat under a microscope. "Proceed with the 'Deep-Vault' extraction," he continued, the mechanical whir of the drone’s cooling fans sounding like a death-rattle in the silence. "We cannot afford another breach of the 'Source.' This prototype has proven far more volatile than the 'Original' baseline. Secure the Alpha separately. If he resists, initiate the 'Marrow-Drain' until he is nothing but a husk."

Marvel asked, with a sudden look of interest. "Of course, Delight is a werewolf. But, she was shot by a silver bullet in her belly. She almost died, it's a miracle she is alive right now." Sassy explained and Marvel opened her mouth in an O shape. "Wow, I didn't know that. So, this silver bullet slows down the healing process, am I right?" She asked and Sassy nodded. "Exactly." She said. "But, coming back to you. You look pretty strong now, I'm sure you can resume work now. I really need all of you. You guys are already a part of my business." Marvel said, with a pleading gaze.

“I do?” “Yep. Researchers from Binghamton University in the US published a study just two months ago titled ‘Captain Dorito and the bombshell: Supernormal stimuli in comics and film’. It proved that, based on BMI data, the average male superhero of Marvel is obese while the average female superhero is underweight – with big boobs.” “Dang.”

Three days later, Venya delivered the shocking news to Marcel about the results of his blood test. “You have an unusual blood element, Marcel!” Venya said with sparkling eyes. “Element? Don’t joke, there’s no way I’m going to turn superhuman, right?” Marcel commented with a furrowed brow. Venya shrugged her shoulders. To Be Continued—