Stephen Strange Cape Novels & Stories

She ran her hands over the fur in awe. I took her hand and led her to the door, or I have a feeling she’d have stood there all night admiring herself. She hadn’t yet noticed the butterflies outlined with gold thread pattern that flitted along the back and sides of the cape, but I knew that would be a whole other conversation if she did, and I didn’t want my prey to retreat before the finale I had planned. “It’s not too cold, is it?” it shouldn’t be; the thing was lined enough to withstand the worst of Siberia.

He turned his attention to Melissa and covered her with the piece of clothing; her shoulder to her knee area. “Are you scared?” Melissa swallowed painfully. “No. Why would I be?” “I think I can hear your heartbeat.” “Through the loud music? I don’t think so.” “Good. Just wanna make sure you are okay with this.” Melissa stared in uncertainty as the stranger squeezed a small piece of lime into a shot glass that had a bit of content in it. Then he picked up the shot glass. “You asked for this but I’m not going to harm you.” Since the coat was doing a very good job protecting her from any third party, the stranger went ahead to push up her crop top till her perky boobs were revealed. He brought

His hands are on his side pocket but his eyes are glued directly to Blaine “Especially if they are already own by someone else” He added What does he mean by that? More importantly, why is he here?! “I suggest that you mind your own business” the bastard said while still grabbing on his arm “The one in your arms is my man. Shouldn’t I interfere if my favorite flower is being swarmed by bees?” What? Your man? Excuse me? Since when did I, Blaine Timothy Fuentebella became somebody’s man? The stranger beside him stared at him wide eyed “Is it true Blaine?”

A shape. A man, cloaked in a long black cape that dragged along the cracked earth, the fabric seeming to swallow all light around it. He stood tall, unnaturally still, on the ridge of a hill. The man’s cape snapped in the wind, the black fabric rippling like a shadow come alive. His long, wavy jet-black hair blew with the same current, strands catching the crimson light of the bleeding moon. Who… who is that? I thought, my chest tightening. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t move. My body was frozen, rooted to the spot like the cracked earth itself had swallowed my feet. I could only watch. Observe. Endure.

His face was like a dark shadow in the wrong angle. "Avery," the stranger said in a deep voice that sent shivers down my spine. I was taken aback that this person knew my name, but I didn't want to give him any further information. He looked creepy, wearing a face cap, nose mask, and big black sunglasses, making him almost unrecognisable.

He was dressed in a tailored suit, his expression hard and vicious. "Go buy breakfast. Sophia wants the caviar crepes from that place in the city. And coffee. Hand-ground. If you don't bring it back, don't bother eating." The card hit the floor with a sharp clatter. I glanced down. It was my secondary card, the one loaded with two thousand euros a month for living expenses. I didn't pick it up. I leaned against the doorframe and looked at him calmly. "Mr. Lovera, are you still half asleep? Or did you not understand a word I said yesterday?"

It was quiet, almost sacred, with sunlight streaming through the large windows and rows of books inviting me to lose myself in their worlds. I wandered through the aisles aimlessly until I stumbled across a section on business biographies. My fingers hovered over the spines until I spotted one that looked familiar: Against All Odds: The Rise of Evan Bennett. I pulled the book from the shelf, my heart racing. I hadn't known a biography about him existed. The cover featured a candid photo of Evan, his piercing eyes staring directly at the camera.

Each second stretched, testing endurance, focus, and courage. “They keep coming!” Sheila’s voice rang over the chaos. Kaplan felt claws rake along his back, reaching to snatch the bag. An image of Jaiyana flashed through his mind—her radiant glow spilling from her, power streaming from her fingertips. He clenched his eyes shut, bracing as the demons shredded the back of his shirt. He twisted, using his body to shield the weapons, the bag tugged violently against his iron grip.

SUSANNA…… "Who are you?" I asked the lady standing before me in a black cape. My heart was hammering in my chest in apprehension. I could not see the person's face, only a pair of bright purple eyes were glowing from inside the cape but I could sense that the person was up to no good. Because both of us were standing near the edge of the cliff. I could hear the sound of the seashore flowing down the cliff.

I feel like I ran a few miles. Jusko. Ethan intends to drive me crazy. Make me crazy about him. I calmed myself before taking a shower. I chose to wear black high-waisted jeans, a blue statement shirt, sneakers and a cap. Then I combed my hair. My hair almost reached my waist. And I intend to cut it up to above my shoulder. I put on my ID and got out of the capsule. I'm walking to the elevator. I took out my cellphone, when I turned it on, I* notifications appeared.