Marvel: Death Dealer

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After leaving Dante and Gwen to their secrets, Felicia Hardy was leaning against the brick wall outside Smokie’s Diner, browsing social media. Yet her mind kept circling back to Dante like a moth to a flame, replaying his dismissal over and over. What gutted her wasn’t his insistence on keeping Read more…

The Suzuki V-Strom’s engine rumbled beneath Dante, but he kept his eyes on the text he had sent a minute ago. [Dante: Hey, where did you go?] The little checkmark confirmed it had reached her phone, but the “read” indicator never appeared. There was naturally no reply either. Dante: You Read more…

Dante looked over his shoulder. Gwen Stacy pushed through the door. Her hasty ponytail had strands escaping and framing her face. Dark circles under her eyes seemed more prominent than yesterday, coming from too many sleepless nights and too much stress. Her gaze darted around the restaurant with frantic energy. Read more…

Dante exhaled a sigh trapped in his lungs for the past hour. Playing mind games with Emma Frost had drained him. After all, he lacked the experience Emma had accumulated through years. Any composure break would’ve revealed a weakness, which would be instantly used against him. The confidence from Death’s Read more…

Dante thought for a second and then shook his head. “Nothing for now.” “Then leave.” Emma gestured to the door like sending unwelcome guests away. “And darling, don’t bother me with alliance until you are on the same level as Stark International.” “I didn’t come here for a permanent alliance. Read more…

Emma Frost had endured precisely one day worse than the day she’d first met Dante. The day the phone call came about Christian. Her brother died by his own hand because their father couldn’t stomach having a gay son. Winston Frost’s cruelty had driven him to that final, irreversible choice. Read more…

Chapter 32: At ESU Dante had never frowned so much as he did in the last ten minutes. Students crossing the main walkway turned to stare at him. Plenty stopped their conversations and began whispering. Some even openly pointed and took pictures of him. A professor in a tweed jacket Read more…