The Marvel Prophet: I Publish Marvel Comics

Some people say that men are lower-body thinking animals, and initially, I would have disagreed. But now, with the warm presence of Lily in my arms, I find it hard to resist the primal urges within me.

At this moment, I couldn't care less about anything else. My hands explored every inch of her body, and she responded with flushed cheeks, leaning into me and giving what I desired.

We were entangled in an ambiguous posture, heat rising between us. Just as things were about to escalate, a knock on the door shattered the moment.

"Who is it?" I barked, frustration evident in my tone.

"It's me," came the reply. It was Jeffrey's voice.

"Damn it," I muttered under my breath. Lily and I froze, panic surging through us.

Caught up in the moment, we hadn't considered the possibility of being interrupted. If Jeffrey saw us like this, it would be mortifying. Lily's face turned beet red, and she pinched my waist in embarrassment.

I shot her an innocent look, silently communicating that this wasn't my fault. Quickly, we straightened our wrinkled clothes. I tried to calm my breathing, grateful that my desk provided some cover for the evident bulge in my pants.

"Relax," I whispered to Lily. "We're not doing anything wrong. We're in a relationship, not cheating. Act natural."

Lily nodded, though her cheeks remained flushed. She opened the door and slipped out quickly, not waiting for Jeffrey to enter.

Jeffrey stepped in, his face a mask of confusion. He looked at me with a raised eyebrow. "What's up with her?"

"Uh... She spilled water on herself," I said, improvising. "But what's going on? Why are you here?"

Jeffrey seemed to buy my explanation, thankfully. He handed me a report. "Here's the latest sales and earnings for Captain America."

"Thanks, Jeffrey," I said, taking the report. Inside, I was still buzzing with unspent energy and frustration.

Jeffrey left my office, oblivious to the near-scandalous scene he had interrupted. He had no idea that just moments before, his daughter and I had been on the brink of something more intimate.

As time passed, the success of my Captain America comics continued to soar. Sales were through the roof, and it seemed like we were on track to become the number one comic in the United States.

Sitting at my desk, I looked through the sample of the third volume of Captain America and browsed the comments online. Some of them were full of praise, but many were laced with frustration and impatience. Fans were desperate for the next installment.

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Time passed quickly, and my work on Captain America took on a life of its own. The comics were flying off the shelves, and it felt like we were firmly at the top of the comic world in the United States. I glanced at the sample copy of the second volume and checked the comments online. The response was overwhelming. The volume had only been out for a week, and fans were already clamoring for more.

The comments were a mix of praise and impatience. Some fans were on the edge of their seats, while others were frustrated with the cliffhangers. If their words were to be believed, I'd have received countless blades and bombs in the mail. Despite the pressure, I was thrilled by the enthusiasm and knew we had something special.

As I continued to work on the third volume, the anticipation from fans was palpable. I had already made arrangements with most of the printing houses in New York to ensure we could meet the demand when it was finally released. Fans of Captain America had come to expect surprises, and I was determined not to let them down.

Online forums and social media were abuzz with discussions about the storyline. "Hey, can you believe how the author made Captain America a demigod?" one fan exclaimed.

"Yeah, it's insane! I can't imagine how anyone could pose a threat to him now, unless they use an atomic bomb or something," another fan replied.

In this era, where superheroes were still a fresh concept, the idea of a super-soldier like Captain America was revolutionary. He represented the epitome of human potential, and fans were hooked.

Days turned into weeks, and the momentum of Captain America showed no signs of slowing down. Sales figures were staggering, and I found myself constantly fielding calls and emails from publishers and fans alike. I took a moment to reflect on how far we had come. The initial skepticism had given way to overwhelming success, and it felt surreal. I was proud of what we had achieved, but I knew that the journey was far from over.

The pressure to maintain this level of excellence was immense, but I thrived on it. Every new issue was a chance to push the boundaries and explore new facets of the characters and their world. As I sat at my desk, sketching out ideas for the next volume, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. The possibilities were endless, and I was determined to make the most of them.

In the midst of it all, my relationship with Lily continued to grow. Despite the initial awkwardness, we had found a rhythm that worked for us. We supported each other, both personally and professionally, and it made all the difference. One evening, as we sat together in my office, working on our respective projects, I turned to her and smiled.

"You know, I couldn't have done any of this without you."

She looked up from her work and returned my smile. "And I couldn't have asked for a better partner."

We shared a moment of quiet understanding, the bond between us stronger than ever. It was in these moments that I realized just how fortunate I was, both in my career and in my personal life.

As the weeks went by, the success of Captain America continued to build. The anticipation for the third volume was immense, and fans were eagerly awaiting its release. The pressure to deliver was immense, but it was a challenge I relished. Every new issue was an opportunity to push the boundaries and explore new facets of the characters and their world.

One day, as I was working on the latest sketches, my phone buzzed with a notification. It was an email from one of our biggest fans, expressing their excitement for the upcoming volume and sharing their thoughts on the story so far. I took a moment to read through the email, appreciating the passion and enthusiasm that radiated from every word. It was feedback like this that made all the hard work worth it.

With renewed determination, I dove back into my work, fueled by the knowledge that our fans were counting on us. The journey was far from over, but I was ready for whatever came next. Lily and I continued to navigate the challenges of our relationship and our careers. We supported each other through the ups and downs, and it made all the difference.

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