Caught in the whirlwind of sex, drugs, and rock and roll, Groupie tells the raw, unfiltered story of two souls trapped in a toxic but magnetic relationship. Brian Warner-better known to the world as Marilyn Manson-is a rock icon spiraling out of control, consumed by fame, addiction, and self-destruction. Erin, the muse who both inspires and infuriates him, is no stranger to chaos. Their connection is electric, intoxicating, and devastating in equal measure.
Spanning decades, this novel takes readers on a journey through the highs and lows of their relationship-passion that burns too hot, betrayals that cut too deep, and the blurred lines between love and hate. As addiction and fame tighten their grip on Brian, and Erin struggles to untangle herself from his orbit, both are forced to confront the question: can you save someone without losing yourself?
Avenge | Book 2
Book 1: Avenge | Book 1
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Project P.E.G.A.S.U.S
SHIELD/NASA Facility
Location: New Mexico
Third Person POV...
"Tesseract's energy spiking!" A SHIELD scientist announces.
"You said that this morning." Dr. Erik Selvig points out. "What the hell is going on with it?"
"We don't know, the tests show that it just turned on itself." She responds. "Its giving off low levels of gamma radiation. Nothing that harmful."
Selvig nods and walks back to his station, seeing if the energy levels go up anymore. And they do. But before Selvig could even utter a word a beam comes out of the tesseract.
The beam is much like the Biofrost bridge; Too bright and blue.
It caused a slight shake to the structure but not enough to make the building cave it on itself, though.
Once the tesseract dies down, the energy levels become stable quickly along with the tesseract itself. But there is something left behind from the outburst.
A person to be more exact.
As everyone gets a better look at the figure, they notice the dirty, ripped dark red peacoat with some buttons torn off, smudge-y black leggings, long dirty blonde hair, brown leather combat boots, and finally what she has in her hands that are hanging at her sides.
Two M1942 Pistols, also know as the FP-45 or Liberators from the 1940's.
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