Romans & histoires Marvel X Mha

"Alexia, I will ensure your well-being from this moment onward." Nestling against Xavier's chest, Alexia responded with unwavering obedience, "I trust you." Filled with eagerness, Xavier swiftly arranged for a meeting with Martin Hubbard, the man responsible for Top Company Brand. "Xavier, where are you headed? Can I tag along?" Alexia's eyes gleamed with anticipation. She yearned to interact with influential figures, but lacked personal connections of her own. If Xavier agreed to take her along, her prospects would greatly improve. Additionally, she sensed a slight aloofness from Xavier lately, and worried that other women might exploit the situation.

her words were cut off with a hand tightly wrapped around her throat, her back slamming hardly on the wall with a pair of striking and domineering red eyes blazing down at her. "Your powers does nothing to me, Mahalia" Peaks of being a Lycan wolf, they were immune to almost everything, and just now, Mahalia had just dug her grave. Mahalia smirked, her hand going up to wrap around Jett's wrist. "You can never be happy with Xavier, Jett. You ruined everything!" Jett tilted his head with a matching smirk but sinster. "I let you decide for me once, what makes you think I'm going to do the same mistake again!" To be continued…!

Challenging him equates to signing your death. I am trembling when his whole attention turns to me. “It looks like you will soon be the only R-pack member left.” “What do you mean, Master?” “Your dumb cousin and uncle have just poked a mamba before we were ready.” I frown, completely lost. “Roy has snatched the X-pack princess.” Damn it! I don’t know too much about these packs, but I know that X-pack will respond with extreme force. I have been trying to research them, they don’t play, nor do they show mercy to those who challenge them.

he murmured, unsure if it was a prayer or a plea to the darkness. Dominic’s office smelled of leather and smoke. The skyline stretched behind him, windows glinting with the city’s restless energy. Jaxon stood near the desk, hands folded behind his back. His sharp jaw and sleeve tattoo gave him the look of a man carved from Chicago’s streets. “We’ve got a trail,” he said. Dominic leaned back in his chair, gray eyes narrowing. “Harper?” Jaxon nodded. “She’s meeting someone. Regular. We’ve got eyes.”

There's no future for me No family, no hope. And he might just kill all the people I love too. That's what he does best, make me watch him destroy the people I love. "Bella... Lil sis calm down its just a dream ",Martins said sitting beside me, being very careful of my wounded arm. But I can't... I just can't stop crying. The truth is finally coming out. I'll never get the chance to experience true happiness. I'm doomed for life. If Mario can overlook a retraining order from one of the most dreaded Mafians in the world, I know I'm going to die soon.

Chapter 12: Flower Donation Lance Storm I just got home after a long day. It was six in the morning now. While I was returning home from the office today, I had to go back to the base of my Mafia Thunder due to an emergency. I was supposed to check all the boxes properly before exporting them. Then, I had to make a strategic plan to make sure our boxes weren't stolen by our enemy. I freshened up and decided to lay on the bed for a while to take a nap before I had to go to the office again in a few hours. Maybe I would just skip it today. It wasn't like my attendance was mandatory.

He smiled and replied, “It’s nice to meet you. “Let me introduce myself. I am Garry Duncan, the champion of the International Mixed Martial Arts Competition! Nobody can go against me! “I’ll be the one protecting you from now on! “Rest assured. Nobody can ever hurt you whenever I’m around! “And for your own safety, I’ve decided to protect you twenty-four-seven!” Garry’s eyes were burning with passion. “Until the mission’s complete!” Hana was glaring at Garry with an odd look on her face, then walked forward and said, “Senior, let me handle protecting Miss Xavier instead.”

I counter. Meryl shakes her head. "No I wasn't. I was a Mara. A Mara is what we call the female version of an Alp Vampire. An Alp vampire can only be killed with the blood of a Mara and Vice versa. Meanwhile both the blood of an Alp and Mara is dangerous to all supernatural beings. Once Xander resurrected me. I came back as a normal Vampire." She explains. "See when Xavier lost his Mate. Our Parents imprisoned him because they were convinced that he would go rogue but Xavier was adamant that his Mate was alive and that he could feel it." Anessa is the one to speak this time.

The man landed hard on the floor with blood gushing out of his mouth. Mia gasped and covered her mouth, and Xavier glanced at her. His green eyes were curious about the horrified look hers had. It was the look that made those in the arena out as if they were cold blooded monsters “You don’t like the fight.” it wasn’t a question. He could read from her face that she didn’t. “I never understood senseless violence in the name of entertainment. He could end up in a terrible shape.” She said. “He would end up in a terrible shape.” he corrected, “That’s what makes it great and the reason it draws so many people in.” a smug smile appeared on his face.

Xavier’s eyes came to her face fully for the first time since she had entered. Marla had known him since he was fourteen years old. She had seen him grieving, furious, bloodied and half feral. She had scolded him when he was a boy and stood beside him when he became Alpha. But she had never used that tone with him before. Not once. “Marla…” “There is no facility, Xavier.” He went still and flinched at that tone. The kind of stillness that came before violence or before fear.