Stucky Marvel Novels & Stories

Not letting her be a lot distant from him. "So what's your game here, Stalker? You claim that you own me yet you don't want to show who and what you are," she mockingly said, hiding the nervousness she's feeling. As much as possible, she did not want to convey to him that he had a strong effect on her. She continued to back away to get away from him but she almost screamed when in the last step, she tripped and lost her balance. She was expecting the floor to be her downfall but got very relieved when the soft bed caught her body.

Stamp followed the can thrown in the air, dodged at the lid of the trash can and landed on the floor, spilling some of the little drops of the fluid. "Well, what the hell, man? I know you're godd*mn rich and has a lot of maids walking around your f-ing mansion to clean every dirt you make, but it ain't here, man!" Stamp exclaimed as he turn his gaze back to his friend. "Oh, come on. Leave it and let the ants sip that. Let's go get some ink." ■■■ "Nice, nice, nice! Well, what the hell, man! You got yourself an f-ing pussy on your chest?" Stamp ejaculated as soon as he viewed what Mahiriko just got to drawn on his skin.

Even though he was saying funny words, there wasn’t a hint of smile or laughter on his face. “Are you seriously quoting Nagato from Naruto?” One of the tied men joked and let out a painful chuckle. The other one smiled awkwardly with his swollen lips. “Yeah, and I’m happy you’ve seen Naruto, now I’m going to show you what Nagato really meant.” Nick replied furiously, he stabbed the man on his lap then twisted the knife, the sound of flesh tearing apart and the splash of blood was covered by the man’s outrageous yell. “Who fucking sent you?” Nick yelled back, ignoring his painful screams.

Oh, I see… He must have got something which he’d like to give to Marius, his soul mate in this orphanage. Next to the church was the orphanage. Marvelo quickly ran to his bedroom. From under his bed, he took out a dark brown box in the medium size. He opened that brown box. There were two wooden toys inside. The toys really looked like the characters of two ancient Greek gods. Marvelo took those two wooden toys and quickly rushed out again, to the front gate where Marius had been waiting curiously for him. “I wanna give you one of this, Marius,” said Marvelo still sniffling slightly.

The PA stuttered and hurried off to get the requirements. "Mummy, I know you can do this. Good luck, mum. I really do want to see you on TV with Denzel Washington. It would be so thrilling to see you on TV and also show you off to my classmates and friends,” Cherry’s voice was filled with excitement. Stacy pulled her cheeks on both sides. "Thank You Pookie. Mummy will try her best,” Stacy’s smile dazzled like a twinkling star. The PA soon returned with the stick and glasses, handing them over to Stacy she wore the glasses and then held the stick the way a blind person would.

Grandma reassured me while holding my hand. I turned back to the mirror and saw how we moved at the same time, at the same speed, and in the same posture. This girl in front of me is me, but how? My long red hair was pulled back into this messy bun with two tassels on each side of my face. And my face, what kind of makeup did I have on? "That, my little cousin, is the power of makeup," Arnav smirked. "Wonderful, isn't it?"

I sat down next to him as I looked into the book he was reading. ****** Marcus's POV. “I'm getting bored waiting for the fun to finally begin" Stella tucked my hair behind my ear as she pouted. “That doesn't make the idea any good" Jace said as he repeatedly stabbed the table with a knife. He was ruining it, but he didn't care. “When we eventually begin, you'll see how much of a perfect idea it is” I spoke up, but he didn't look interested enough to pay attention to what I had to say.

[Women nowadays are so materialistic.] Insulting comments kept appearing on the screen again and again, messing up the entire live stream. Stella became the synonym of a “gold digger,” but she clearly just wanted to sing. That was the kind of situation Marcel wanted to see. He wanted to exact revenge on Stella. He had a lot of money, so he loved to insult others with his money. If she was capable, she could insult him back! He did not care one bit about Stella’s die-hard fans in her live stream.

He leaned in closer so his mouth was closer to my ear, like he was about to reveal the biggest secret. "These aren't for free. I charge one dollar and if I see someone is either more rich or dumb, I cost them two dollars." He grinned at me. I, on the other hand, gasped. "You son of a butcher. Flying ducks, that is so smart. Well, it is also mean that you cost a dollar extra to- to-" I didn't want to call someone dumb. "Dumb? Stupid? Reta-" "Mason!" I slapped his arm. "That is so rude."

he added calmly. Stella stared at him. His acting skill was good and flawless. If she were to stay any longer, she might be a burden to him. She then stood up. "I'm sorry, you looked too much like my husband. I'm still in shock and I don't think I could continue this gamble anymore," She then walked toward the door. His men stopped her. Stella looked back at him. He stood up, put on a pair of gloves, and spoke in a deep voice, "My name is Bellamy Chuck. Remember this name."