Ronan Marvel Novels & Stories

A low, dry laugh drifts in from the doorway, and every head in the room turns toward it. Ronan leans against the frame with one shoulder, sandy hair pushed back from his forehead in the careless way that takes him ten minutes in front of a mirror to fake, a heavy silver lighter turning end over end between two fingers. The burn scar along his forearm shows pale against the rolled cuff of his sleeve, the same scar he's had since the night five years ago when he tried to stop a ritual he had no power to stop. "The big bad Vane brothers, out maneuvered by a human lawyer." He says it light, easy, the practiced tone he's used on every hard conversation in this family since he learned to talk.

Chapter 1 Aurora’s POV “This is ridiculous,” I snapped the second the tall bastard stepped into my penthouse living room. I crossed my arms tight under my breasts, pushing them up on purpose just to see if he’d look, but the coward didn’t. His eyes stayed locked on my face as if I was just some annoying package he had to deliver. That pissed me off more than anything. Ronan stood there in a black shirt, sleeves rolled up to show his forearms covered in veins and old scars. Ex-special forces, they said.

That way, your reputation within your company would return quickly. "When that happens, your company would also consider you as their first choice to be a team leader again once your enemy is unable to continue working for them. I'll also help you deal with your lover." Marsh's eyes immediately brightened when he heard Lynara's plan. It was such a good plan! Whoever said that thugs were reckless and cultured should get to know Lynara! He was basically a genius in the underworld! Marsh quickly took out a photo of Frederick and Grace as he was afraid Lynara would beat the wrong person up.

"Elder Alaric's grandson is actually participating in an outdoor tracking trial? The production budget must be astronomical." "Ronan Nightcrest... the reigning champion of the virtual blood-arenas. They call him Zeus on the digital grid." "He retired from the competitive esports circuit last winter after a silver-poisoning injury to his right wrist, but his personal stream traffic still dominates the entire continent. He is an absolute A-lister in show business within a single cycle." "The rumors say his bite is more dangerous than his physical weight. He doesn't hesitate to humiliate high-tier alphas if they bore him."

Ronan wavering for more than a minute was odd but finally, 'Here we go Axar. "I, Ronan Ver Solas, reject you, Zannicus Zer Zor-ester as my mate and Luna of this pack."

Mara, Hazel, Jace… and Eli. The boy who should already be mine. The Omega with the gift that will crack the world wide open, if I can pry it from his stubborn hands. I let the parchment curl in the fire until it blackens and falls to ash. “Ronan thinks he has a plan,” I say, my voice echoing through the vaulted chamber. “But the fact that he comes with so few tells me everything. He believes himself untouchable. He believes I’ll honor the pretense of civility.”

Calum asks gleefully, enjoying his momentary victory while Marvel is distracted. "Pretty girls..." Okay. That's enough. I implore the females to dress in more than just their shirts and underwear. Vivian is going to kill me. “This little Valentine clone must be his son?” Quinn asks. “That he is. His name is Marvel.” “Cute,” she coos as Marvel pushes Calum away, then walks over to us. Calum, unfazed, turns and starts running for a couple of the warriors that usually fake spar with him when I bring him to work with me. Marvel smooths down his shirt as he saunters over.

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.