Marvel Veranke Novels & Stories

Third-person POV The intelligence arrived from New York at eleven-seventeen on a Friday night. Maksim Orlov was plotting to court the daughter of Viktor Sorano. The gala. A calculated power-play. A clout-grab dressed up as romance. Enzo Valenti received this information with the urgency it deserved. He let out a slow breath, leaned back deeper into Dorian's leather armchair, and resumed sucking on a Twizzler. Black Panther played on across the flat-screen. He fixed his gaze on the man standing at the doorway.

‘She must have tried to shift as she fought off the attackers,’ I thought. I saw the blinking of a light somewhere far away. Intrigued, I walked towards the source. It was her phone. The battery was just about to die. It was two percent. I picked it up and unlocked it, thankful that she hadn’t changed the password. The first thing I saw was a webpage. My eyebrows lifted. ‘WEREPANTHERS MASSACRED.’ “Goddess,” I muttered. The room all of a sudden became chilly and I rubbed my forearms.

A small skinny guy with a snake tattoo on his neck came up to me and I raised a brow at him. "Well helloooo, foxy." He greeted with a smile and I held back a chuckle. He definitely looks scary and intimidating but a small guy like him doesn't scare me that easily. He looks like Dwayne Johnson's talkative sidekick from that movie Jumanji. "Leave." Shane said and the three guys immediately left the room. "Sofia, you'll teach her everything she needs to know about being a baiter and any other important details. She needs to be ready for our next mission." Sofia rolled her eyes.

However, I couldn't help but notice her underlying tension beneath her seemingly carefree demeanor. "So, I heard about your date with Zackarious Hyacintt, the one Dad arranged," Veronica remarked, her eyes locked on mine as she cast a glance my way. She appeared normal on the surface, but I sensed the cracks in her facade. Offering a sheepish grin, I replied dreamily, "Yes, I met him, and I must say, he's not all that bad."

He found filth as a turn and she did everything she could to remove the triggers from his immediate eye but was not always successful in doing so. "No the doors are locked now come here the cleaning can wait." Veronica shivered as her hair was swept from her shoulder displaying her neck. Shivered erupted all across her body as she felt his lips scrape across her skin. "I need you to find out the information that bastard has been sitting on for 50 years. Then kill him." “Of course my lord.” Veronica responded trying her hardest to hold still and pray that this assault would end quickly. “Good, now why are you shivering?” Esteban asked as if he didn’t know the fear he brought to her soul. “It

But his words held a weight I couldn't ignore, and the unspoken tension lingered between us, leaving a trace of uncertainty in the air. *** Days and nights blurred into a silent vigil by my grandmother's bedside. I whispered words of encouragement, desperately recalling cherished memories, hoping to rouse the woman who had always been my pillar of strength. Despite my earnest attempts, the comatose state persisted, and despair took residence in my heart. My pleas echoed in the sterile room, a desperate soundtrack to the unyielding silence that enveloped us. The room's solemnity shattered as Aunt Fernanda entered, her disdain evident in the sharp lines of her expression. "Celicia," she spat,

I couldn’t shake off the feeling that the figure would change my life forever. “And the first thing Thane said was, ‘I am soon-to-be beta. You must bow to me’,” Veronica said, causing a laugh to escape my lips. It was cheerful to have a friend speak too. Maybe I could trust her with the secret about the figure. My laughter seized up immediately, staring at her bright but hardened eyes as she stood by the door. An air of aloofness surrounded her as her eyes locked to mine. I tapped Veronica's arm, stopping her yapping while gesturing discreetly towards the door. Veronica followed her gaze, and her expression faltered.

CHAPTER 77 **RAVEN'S EYE CLAN** "Did you think our plan would work?" Godfather Marcelo asked. Smoke spiraled from the cigarette between Marcelo's fingers as tension thickened the air. "It should work, but judging from his expression, he wasn't someone who could be weakened by the revelation," Lord Venom replied. His arm was wrapped with a bandage. His eyes went to the arms and a smirk formed on his lips. "My naive daughter did this to me,"

We’d both forgotten how tenuous our hold was on this life we’d built - until now. “Okay.” * * * I stand on the edge of the sinkhole and look down into its murky depths. It is as black as tar and about as welcoming. My heart is an engine in my chest, revving up into my throat. All my nerve endings tingle with dread. Everything in me wants to flee, but I know I can’t do that now. Only my desire to protect Victory keeps me moving forward, climbing into the wetsuit my instructor provided. He’s lifting the tank up onto my back, and my legs nearly buckle beneath the weight of it. Annie Powers’s life is gone, as totally as if the ground gave way and she fell into the earth.