Filming inside the studio wrapped up quickly.
Now came the real heart of the movie—everything that took place on the warship.
But when the entire crew was relocated to the San Diego Naval Base, Henry couldn’t believe his eyes.
He had a pretty good idea what to exp...
For someone like Alex, the Mogadorians weren’t a threat.
They were a checklist—something to be dealt with, eventually, when time permitted.
Once he had their locations, wiping them out would be no more difficult than flicking insects off a table.
No… his real object...
With Emma’s confirmation and his own recollection of Smith and Number Six’s identities, Alex finally had a full picture.
Lorien survivors.
On the run for decades.
Desperate, outnumbered, but still fighting.
They weren’t threats—they were potential allie...
After wrapping up the final pieces of discussion with Marcus and the other elders, Alex didn’t linger in the gloom of the castle.
Though the clan now bore his name… though every vampire within its walls bowed at his feet… Alex remained, in essence, human.
And being surrounded ...
“Elder Marcus!”
“Elder Victor! Elder Amelia!”
The names echoed through the vast ceremonial hall, now transformed from a battlefield into a banquet of reverence and celebration.
The inauguration was officially complete. The tension had broken—at least for now...
When it came to the chef's question, Henry—ever the outsider—naturally had no answer.
But embracing the philosophy of "Since I’m here, I might as well make myself comfortable," he replied,
“Why worry? As long as people leave with full stomachs, you’ve done your job.
“Chef! One steak, please—I’m so hungry I could eat a whole cow!”
Henry strolled into the on-set dining area—a fully equipped cafeteria staffed by a private chef team hired by the production.
The head chef was a big Black guy—and big was putting it lightly. His wa...
Hiss—
Hiss—
Hiss—
The sound of sharply drawn breaths echoed throughout the silent hall, slicing through the heavy air like needles.
One by one, every immortal in the room froze—paralyzed by a force far more terrifying than power alone: pure fear.
Eyes wi...
Gulp.
Gulp.
The quiet sound of throats swallowing echoed through the vast hall.
It repeated again and again—awkward, forced, loud in the silence. The room, once filled with the proud gazes of immortal elites, now looked like a battlefield after the first cannon had fire...
Rebekah might not have dared to attack Alex…
But that didn’t mean Alex would let her walk away.
He’d already killed Niklaus and Elijah—two of the three Originals. Leaving the last one alive?
That wasn’t just sloppy.
That was an invitation for future venge...
Crack. Crack. Crack.
It was a grotesque symphony of splintering bone and twisting sinew.
Right before their eyes, Niklaus’ broken neck began to realign. Vertebrae snapped back into place. Muscles stitched themselves together like rewinding time.
A moment later, his ...
After wrapping up his B-movie gig, Henry transitioned smoothly into the Under Siege production team—no fanfare, no fuss.
On day one, the first thing he noticed at the assembly point was that uniformed military personnel were handing out non-disclosure agreements to everyone—cas...
"Good news, Henry—I've got good news!"
Marianne’s voice chirped excitedly over the phone.
Henry had just started dinner. The braised pork was still simmering, and the rice cooker had barely begun doing its job when the call came out of the blue.
He glanced at the cloc...
Ever since Henry got the green light to modify the kitchen, he’d quietly taken that as blanket permission to upgrade everything else in the house too.
Structural stuff? Untouched. But anything he could tweak, replace, or improve—he did it himself. No contractors, no permits. Ju...
“Henry Brown!”
The assistant, running herself ragged, called out several names in rapid succession. Henry followed the group into the studio building.
A vacant set—currently between productions—had been converted into a makeshift casting space. A row of folding table...
Marianne didn’t open the salad right away, of course. That wouldn’t be polite—or classy. Instead, she pulled a file from behind the desk and slid it across to Henry.
> “You got my voicemail, right?”
> “Yeah,” Henry nodded. “The shoot today wrapp...
Thud.
The wordless ripple through the crowd echoed louder than any outburst.
Marcus froze for just a breath. Then, slowly, a smirk curled at the corner of his mouth—cold, sharp, proud.
This was the Supreme he remembered.
Not a meek figure seeking approval or ...
“Niklaus? Why is he here?”
“This is going to be troublesome.”
At the Mikaelson family’s table, the atmosphere tightened.
Elijah and Rebekah exchanged glances, their usual composure faltering ever so slightly. Elijah’s brows furrowed, lips thinning with fru...
Alex couldn’t have cared less about being ignored.
In fact, the lack of attention suited him just fine.
No forced small talk. No sycophantic flattery. No one trying to use him for their political games.
Peace and quiet.
For him, it was a blessing.
But ...
The leading vampire entered with the calm poise of a king attending his own coronation. He wore an exquisitely tailored robe of black velvet, embroidered with silver thread that shimmered subtly under the chandelier light. His long dark hair was swept back, cascading over his shoulders in...
"This is the Supreme One chosen by Marcus and the others? A… mortal?"
At the head of the grand hall, a lively and beautiful girl who looked no older than a high school student raised her perfectly arched brow, her voice laced with surprise. Her inquisitive gaze swept over Alex, t...
"We will return with you!"
Before Smith could elaborate further, he stepped forward decisively, cutting off any hesitation and declaring his allegiance to Alex.
"Smith!"
Number Six's eyes widened in alarm. She grabbed his arm, her voice laced with urgency.
"Num...
Being publicly roasted by Tony Stark and some random passerby had Justin Hammer fuming. He jabbed a finger toward the stranger and snapped,
> “What the hell do you know? Just throwing out some random number and pretending it’s right?”
Henry fired right back,...
Tony Stark’s public humiliation was quickly tossed to the back of his mind—he was never one to dwell on failure.
After writing two checks—one as a donation to the university library, the other as hush money for the poor guy who had to reformat the infected machine—he turned...
After leaving the campus dining hall, Tony Stark headed straight for the public computer terminals in the university library.
Sure, the Stark estate in Malibu had a computer setup that was vastly superior—top-tier machines and custom-built rigs. But it was a bit of a drive, and t...
“Hey, you guys heard of that... weird BBS?”
“Which university set it up?”
“None. Not any known school, and definitely not some research lab big shot either.”
“Then what’s so special about it?”
“They say once you log in, you’ve got ten minu...
Truth be told, the explosion wasn’t nearly as powerful as it looked.
That wasn’t surprising. If they’d actually packed the car with a dangerous amount of explosives—enough to send steel panels flying like shrapnel—it wouldn’t be a stunt, it’d be a full-on car bomb.
Even with his face buried in the leather seat of the convertible, Henry could hear the director shouting in frustration.
He pulled himself up from his sprawled position and hopped out of the car, expecting a critique.
Sure enough, the director marched over, flailing his arms...
On paper, Henry’s situation wasn’t that complicated.
In Hollywood, most rules existed more for appearances than for enforcement. Where there’s a regulation, there’s a workaround. And people like Channing—grizzled veterans of the stunt business—knew every loophole.
Beneath all the glitz and glamour of Hollywood, the machine that actually powered the entertainment industry was built on a brutal mix of money, hierarchy, and survival-of-the-fittest politics. You could be a black belt, an amateur boxing champ, and still get reamed out like a rookie inte...