Solo Marvel Novels & Stories

"Then you understand what's happening to me." "I understand pieces," Maren said, settling into the chair across from them. "Enough to be dangerous, and not enough to be truly helpful, though I've made my peace with that particular frustration a long time ago." She turned her attention to Kael, her expression growing more serious. "The pendant. She has it again?" Kael's jaw tightened. "How did you know?" "Because you have that same look you always have when it returns," Maren said simply. "Half terror, half hope, like a man who's forgotten how to trust either feeling." She turned back to Elara. "May I see it?"

Helping Marvel, his hair performed what it has always done since he was ten: it changed color from blonde to silver. I promise this strange shit isn't for me, but I get it; nonetheless, when I'm very upset, my hair turns gold instead of black. Whatever it is about our hair, it is strange; even my mother tries to calm me down when I am upset. Mom is rarely able to spend time with me, owing to Dad's refusal to leave her alone. Aunt Miracle and Aunt Silvia are more cautious now that they had three sons and are expecting their fourth. My cousin Marvel and niece Sunny are extremely different personalities. Marvel is loud and outgoing, whilst Sunny is introverted and keeps everything to herself.

Marvel replied firmly. Leonel didn’t hang up immediately. He stared blankly at a glass of whiskey on his desk, fingers tapping rhythmically as he strategized. “Marvel,” his voice heavy and cold again. “Yes, sir?” “If anything happens to Jeslyn—” Leonel paused, jaw tightening, then continued with a threatening tone, “I will hold you accountable. Remember that!” A brief silence followed, then Marvel answered decisively, “I understand, sir. She will be safe. I swear on my own life.”

He refused politely saying he was no longer Lyle Sheridan but Neo…just Neo… no other attachments. The only person who was glad from the sad turn of events that shattered the world view of this family was Marvelle. She had a shameful secret she couldn’t share with a soul. Ever since she was a teenager, she was infatuated with her gentle older brother. She knew they were siblings and couldn’t have any other thoughts about him, but she could not control her heart. Now, knowing that he was not her brother was like music to her ears. She wanted to sing and scream from roof tops but could only keep her joy in heart due to the other turbulences in her house.

I ask him as he looks through the last document. "Nothing animated," he says as his eyes stay on the paper. "Netflix dropped a new movie called Work It," I tell him. "Jordan Fisher is in it, and man is he fine." "Is that so?" Gage mutters and continues to look at the paper. I roll my eyes and decide to mess with him a bit. "Yeah, he's literally the hottest man I've ever seen. Plus he can dance and sing, and that's attractive," I continue and Gage just nods his head. "Oh speaking of attractive men, Chris Evans. He's a work of art. Mhmm."

His chest was right up against mine, and for a few seconds, I forgot how to speak. I picked up Marvel and walked to my car, fastening his seatbelt. “Hey! Don’t be mean to my mommy!” Marvel yells, fighting the harness of his car seat to get free. Valentine ignores him, continuing to stare down at me. “Why did you think I was married, Vivian? Why? Did someone say something to you? Did someone else?” “Stephanie?” I looked at him like he was crazy. Marvel is trying to kick Valentine, but is just a few inches shy as he yells at Valentine to leave me alone. He was fine with Valentine a minute ago, but that was before he thought the towering man was a threat to his mom.

Steve Marlone are you the jealous type, she asked amused. Well, I wasn’t until I saw man fight and drool over you, he said scratching his head uncomfortably. Aziza was very independent and he didn’t want to spook her by acting possessive. Interesting, jealousy looks very sexy on you. She said seductively. Don’t worry, I always go with Jay. Can you take me instead, please, he pleaded. Well, I can’t seem to resist you when I’m sober therefore I don’t have to worry about you taking any advantage when I’m drunk. Happy now?

The kind of look that made your skin crawl. Great. I hadn’t even been here for 24 hours, and I already had an enemy. “That doesn’t seem like a friendly look,” I muttered, tearing my eyes away. "There are no friends here. No allies, no company," Marvel said, her tone serious. "We exist for one reason—to fight for the Don. Familiarity makes you weak." Her words settled uneasily in my chest. "Stay away from people. Keep your head down. And for no reason should you try to defend yourself or match their energy—"