Romans & histoires Thanos I Don't Even Know Who You Are

’ I replied, looking out the window. “Harley, what can you tell us about the Beta at the Silver Springs Pack?” Duncan asked from the front seat. He turned to look at me. I was surprised at the contrast between Anders and Duncan. Much like the difference in Alpha Michael and Alpha Callan, their physical appearance was complete opposites. I didn’t know much about Duncan, except from the bits and pieces that Anders had shared, which hadn’t been much.

In the end, David showed up. To be honest, Thor did not expect the little girl to stop after he called out Pebbles’ name. The two stayed silent for a while. The little girl asked with a childish voice, “Who are you? How do you know my name?” Thor was stunned. Then, he asked, “Are you also named Pebbles?” “Yeah, were you calling me just now?” “Um, I’m sorry, honey. I got the wrong person. I have a friend also named Pebbles too so I thought you’re her,” Thor explained.

The guy in the video was none other than my husband, DANIEL. On his feet!

“Again, that sorry excuse of a human is not my father. And, you had a deal with Bruce. Why do I have to pay for his sins? Isn’t that a little… I don’t know… medieval?” “Then perhaps,” he said smoothly, “we make a deal of our own, Miss Marlowe.” He sounds completely unbothered. Like this entire conversation was already over in his head. Well, think again, Thanos. “I’m not making any deals with you. I don’t know you. I don’t like you, and honestly this whole kidnapping thing is a terrible first impression. So no. Hard pass you psychopath!” A faint smile touched his lips. “Psychopath is dramatic.”

"Because mommy married him, he wants to take care of you." "Okay…." I pretended to understand, but my eight year old mind did not know what to think. "What is his name? I need to know since he is my daddy now." "He has a lot of names…." She trailed off, almost unsure of what to say. "But we will call him Thanos, okay, my rabella?" I nodded my head and placed another question. "Where is he from?" Mom gave me those 'I don't know what to tell you, you're overwhelming me' eyes and answered hesitantly. "No one really knows, my poppy, he is from a far far away land which is unreachable to us."

"How did you know my name?" "I already told you, I'm a death angel. I'm your death angel." "That Thanos," I mumbled. "He's just like you? A freaking death angel?" I searched for Thanos and the man behind him but I couldn't see them anymore. It was like they just vanished in thin air as soon as they crossed the streets. “Thanos, he was assigned to capture those missing souls.” I looked back at Kairos. "Missing… soul? Who are you talking about? The man behind Thanos? I-is he dead?"

I was young when my parents died. Only 9 at the time. They died fighting in the pack war. The same one that killed our last Alpha. Our pack eventually won the war but at great cost. We lost almost half of our warriors during the war. My name is Fallon Thomas, I am part of the Crescent Falls pack of Oregon. After the war we absorbed the Blood Moon pack, making our pack now the largest in the country.

My stomach has started swirling with an emotion I'm not ready to acknowledge yet. The worry in his eyes is evident. "She has no idea who or what she is, but its Tegwen, Cain." I feel like I've been kicked in the stomach, my breath stolen from me as his words register. "The Rogue with the humans, is Tegwen."

“That has to be the corniest thing I’ve ever heard. An Infinity phone? What are you? Thanos? I ask you to please fire whoever’s in charge of the naming department.” Santiago frowned. “What are you talking about? I came up with the name.” Lola’s laughter intensified as she doubled over. “That explains a lot.” Santiago shook his head in disappointment, although he wore a small smile. “You obviously know nothing about how things like this work. Should’ve just remained a goalie.” Lola was unfazed by his weak comeback. “Even a goalie who throws the ball in the net ten times in a single match wouldn’t be dumb enough to come up with a name like that. You must think you’re Mr. Terrific or something.

It left me wondering what had happened during the years when I was “dead.” Not only does he own companies, but malls, resorts, subdivisions, and apartment complexes all over the country. Every day I discovered something new. Every day I felt more overwhelmed. But then I remembered who we were talking about—Nathan Pendragon, the richest man in the entire country. To him, all these things were normal. To me, they were like scenes from a dream I wasn’t supposed to be inside.