A Pervert's World Novels & Stories

Why the hell did they prefer to continue with chaos and misery rather than return to the utopia we had once known? "People are nuts," Mirele told me as we compared notes one afternoon. "Literally... this whole experience has created a bunch of certifiable nutjobs, and we'll be rooting them out for years!" "I just wish we could stop them from causing more problems, but something tells me that's going to be a hell of a tall order." "it will, but if you think about it, this world has never been free of criminals. It's just one of those things about humans... give them enough rope, they'll either try macrame, or they'll hang themselves."

I never felt so cheated like this before, "How am I suppose to collect that much?!" Before I can even protest, the blank space starts distorting around me. What the heck? "Well, Goodluck Host St412c120883D! Look how lucky we are, there's already an available world for you! It's even a high-rank world! Maybe a Class-B or Class-C. Let's grab it before anyone can even find it!" "Hell no, wait!" "Transmigration starting 10% ... 27% ... 54% ... 89% ... 100%! Your soul will transfer in 3, 2, and 1."

I never knew that this place existed in real life. Since I was young, I was locked up in an orphanage. And we aren't allowed to go out. I always wished that someone would adopt me. And that is my most regret in life. I thought I already saw rainbows and butterflies when Odin adopted me. But I was mistaken. The day he adopted me is the day my nightmare starts. I was just six years old back then when he brought me to The Ora. This is a secret criminal organization build-up of Hybrids and extraordinary beings with one mission: to destroy the world.

My mind is spacing out and it feels like it is in another world of nowhere. I can hear some beats from the music I am listening but I can not figure out what is the song. I can feel that my eyes are slowly closing. I am trying ny best not to fall asleep but it looks like my eyes already decided that they are going to sleep and shut. I feel myself travelling in the world of peace. - Miss Fatima's POV "Hello? PO2 Lopez?" I said after I answer his call.

“I don’t blame you. It’s only natural for kids of our age to believe that only heroes can fight against evil. But I’m done with believing those bluffs. I’ve moved on. Up until now we’ve been living in a mirage created by mom where we could see that the world is a peaceful and beautiful place. But the reality speaks differently. You know what I believe.......? At that time I couldn’t recognize my little brother. He used to be a noble, simple minded and an angel but this was the time when he turned into a complex, twisted minded devil. He said, “ To annihilate the evils, you have to be…..THE DEVIL…..”

Morvane's voice hardened. "So I became one." --- The vision changed. Morvane stood between two worlds. Older now. Exhausted. The old universe was collapsing. The new universe was forming. People were screaming. Armies were fighting. Every voice demanded the same thing. Choose us. Save us. Protect our world. Morvane pressed his hands against his ears. The memories disappeared. He looked at Liana. "I heard them." "Every person." "Every prayer." "Every scream."

she smiled wickedly. A big part of me was glad that pervert was gone, I kept thinking that he got a little more than he deserved. But in the end of the day I figured that he messed up with a wrong girl… and her extremely protective boyfriend. “Karma really is a bitch…” I smiled.

After a moment, he wiped his tears and pushed himself up, walking to the drawer. His hands trembled slightly as he picked up a worn photograph. His fingers brushed over the image, a ghost of a touch. “What did you do to me, Lia?” he whispered. ___ BAR The smell of alcohol, marijuana, and sex filled the air. The music banging loudly against the speakers as the strippers swayed to the best of the song. Their bodies moved sinfully against the pole. Their bodies were barely covered and the men latched themselves at the front feasting their eyes on God's creation.

Could it be that you have Stockholm Syndrome? He's crazy! He's a pervert! What does a pervert know about love? No, he doesn't! He'll never understand!

He didn't flinch, didn't run away. The little, mischievous devil stood his ground, looking at me like I was a movie he didn't want to take his eyes off. Not for once, did his eyes stray to the woman kneeling under me? They held mine, even when I slid my dick into that hole. When I finally tore my eyes away from him, to look down, I almost lost it, seeing his fist wrapped around his dick like a depraved pervert. My pervert… It should have disgusted me, but it didn't. That traitor got harder as I ploughed deep into the woman's pussy and tried not to give in to a fantasy that would rip me off everything.