Stucky Marvel Novels & Stories

That, gets her to scurry out faster than I'd ever seen move since we met, and though I'm grateful for his intervention, I can't help but say, "I am not your property." He pouts and tilts his head. "Are you sure? Because I think if I ask Scar nicely, she'll let me ride you once in a while. When she's tired of your big cock, of course." Irritation and disgust fill me, but at the same time, I can't help feeling glad that he's here. Miguel is a menace to society and the world at large but he's the only one that doesn't seem to be affected by the changes going on, and the familiarity I feel with him makes me feel calmer. "Stop being such a whore."

I can’t remember a single thing that happened— “The stalker!” I jerked up immediately; my heart pounded against my chest. “I have a name, you know.” His brows quirked up. I stared at him; his face was without a mask, and he looked older than me, with stubble beards on his jaw. His face was diamond-shaped, making his jawlines look stronger and sharper. When my eyes met his icy blue ones, I felt shivers all over my body. He had a scar on the end of his right brow and a little piercing there too.

“Well, color me impressed. Tell me, do you have any books published? Or are you just another aspiring hack looking to capitalize on my name?" I feel blood drain from my face, his words cutting me to the core. “I… I may not be a best-selling author like you," I stammer, “but I’ve worked hard to build my career. I won’t let you talk low of me." Hunter lets out a heavy sigh and runs a hand through his hair disheveled.

"Maverick, this is you and Stella's room. I shouldn't be here." Maverick was about to say something when the door creaked open. "As long as I'm here, no one's got the guts to say a word to you," Maverick's mom, Lucinda, said, strolling in with a mug of honey-lemon tea. "The other rooms aren't cleaned yet. Just stay here. Don't worry about that spiteful girl." "No one would dare," Maverick told Quincey with a soft smile—then his face iced over. "If Stella hadn't paid someone to fake that kidnapping, none of this would've happened. You wouldn't have had that asthma attack or messed up your leg."

He engulfed her in a side hug. "Nothing." Stella shook her head as a bright grin adored her mouth. "Freak, don't give me that smile, Stella. I swear I will kiss you right here... Perhaps, take you across this wall too!" He winked only to earn a stern look along with a punch from her. "Okay, okay... I was joking. Come on let's go." He surrendered, Max pulled her in his arm before they continued exploring the market more. "How does this look?" they stopped across a shop of mask. The shop offered various masks from animals' to spooky clown masks and many more but what Stella likes was a white joker mask that has his lips widened into a mysterious grin.

Adam grumbled at Uncle Austin. Uncle Austin then looked at the black square-shaped item embedded in the marble table, Uncle Austin smiled. "They didn't hide the stove, Lord." Uncle Austin answered patiently. “The stove you have been looking for is behind you. It's black and square." He continued. Adam finally looked back, it was true. The stove had actually been seen earlier, but he thought that it was part of the table. The picture or pattern on the table.

Terrance can't know this is food is for Ryan, he can't even know I've begun living with him, the two are clearly not on hood terms “ huh.... No. It's actually for Mabel... Yeah it's for Mabel, I bought it for Mabel " “ are you sure?" “ of course am sure" “ you seem a little off today, is everything alright " I was very nervous and Terrance must have noticed that. “ I'm fine... I'm very fine... I'm wonderful " “ Terrance!!!" Someone screeched from behind. It was Stacy. “ Oh hi Stacy, I didn't know you were here"

She thought it looked good on him somehow. Stella felt a little uneased when thinking about the past but she quickly pushed it away from her mind. She did not know why she felt like that. His image when he was standing in front of her roommate's bedroom. It was kind of unfamiliar and weird feeling. She sighed and pulled her thought back to the present time. The tattoo of the eagle spreading its wings covered his chest. She must admit it suited his appearance, his ego, and his branding as the mafia god. "Is this hummingbird? It looks cute and suits you. "

Harry had spoken. "What are you looking at?" Zachary glanced at Stacy's man. The man smiled. "Have you found a girlfriend?" Zachary was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Yes." The corners of Stacy's eyes twitched. The man didn't answer again, but glanced at Stacy curiously. Stacy was wearing a pair of super black-framed glasses and a mask, which almost covered all her features. Unless someone who was familiar with her, no one could recognize her.

“As much as possible, we aim to build a good relationship here between Exclusive and Stark Apparel, so we are going to make this a fun day for everyone. Are you ready, Mr. Stark?” The only fun I will have today is when this is finally over. “Sure, Carla, Whenever you are ready.” “Okay. So…” She shifted her leg to the other side. “Everyone already knows that the Stark family is one of the elites of Manhattan, but we never really saw the real face of Gabriel Stark, and this is a great opportunity to see a side of you that we have not yet seen. You play tennis, too, Mr. Stark. Is this another of your dreams that have yet to come true? Becoming a tennis star?”