A Perverts World Novels & Stories

"Yes of course, but if you're thinking of going there, it's not yet time. You need to get stronger." "Why did you call it a World??" Vic asked "Will you always question me like this," Ang replied, "Well!! It's different from this, far more better than the human world. No more question." "Just let's have a stroll around the human world. Let's go to some nice places?" "Okay, I'm sorry. You want to take a stroll right? I know somewhere great we can go." Vic replied as he went in the direction of a basketball Court. *Basketball Court*

I was at loss for words for the stupid remarks he says. “Tell me who you are, where you’re from, what you did you little piece of gordang sh*t!” “Relax, past me. I am here to help you. Because you may know by now what happens in the near future. You may know by now what you will face, those military cats! Those absolute bastards who want world domination. We must crush them once and for all before everything is too late.” “I don’t know man, you might be just deceiving me. I won’t fall for that.”

Of course, anyone who dares to disagree with them is a heretic. They are mentally unbalanced, obsessive and irrationally paranoid characters. They will burn, drown or execute anyone regardless of age or sex without mercy. They are completely devoid of mercy, and most of them lack any kind of reasoning ability. They promote fanaticism and mortification of the flesh, hardly knowing its power. They generate discontent and spread paranoia in their wake.

And it wasn't until I wanted to take out the trash and instead took out my briefcase did I realize I needed to shut it all off. Even if it was just for one night. And it seemed like the only thing that would fix this disorientation was a hard fuck. That was the primary reason I was pushing through the door of the gay bar. For a fuck, and to unwind. The place was loud with people laughing and gyrating on the dance floor. I plugged in my ear buds to avoid the loud music as I ordered a whiskey at the counter. The bartender passed it to me quietly after payment and I moved toward the back.

“If you aren’t a slut, why were you looking at me like that. I saw you looking from the balcony. You’re either a slut or a fucking voyeur and pervert. Which is it?? What is your name slut?” “It’s…it’s..it’s Mary” was the stuttering reply. Sara cupped my breasts in her hands, “You haven’t told me yet. Are you a slut, or a pervert, or both?” I groaned with pleasure at the erotic touch of the bikini clad girl. “I…i…quit it…please stop…please…” little tears formed in the corners of my eyes. How had I let myself get into this position? “Drop your swim suit slut Mary. I want to see your naked body. Do it now, pet. You know you can’t resist me.” The teen kept staring into my eyes. The colors. The c

It smelled of metal and cement, sweat, dust and body odor from the captives. In each cell, there was a werewolf in human form, chained to his cell with rusting handcuffs. Young women to old geezers in their late sixties. There was coughing and muttering, whispering and grunting and panting. "Welcome to my paradise," he shouted. She saw a few women cry in the back while men turned their heads, ashamed. More like hell to them. "Are you afraid? " Without waiting for her answer, he pushed her to walk ahead.

I rolled my eyes inwardly at his words “Yeah, baby sister…’ I repeated while he got comfortable. "Let's come back to earth, I saw the book you were reading before I arrived." "What? Did you..." "Relax! I know you must have a lot of suitors now, and concerning the changes, you are having on your body, you will become curious but it's bad to read stuff about boys, and relationships, especially the type that have strong erotic scenes." I felt so embarrassed that, he had to see that scene where the bad boy was having intercourse with his innocent girl, although the book wasn't all that bad most people judge a book by its cover.

Some were making plans for the weekends; others were complaining about the project, wondering who to partner with to score high marks this time. Calytrix, on the other hand, was silently twirling her pen with her eyes on the board. “Hey, girl,” a young lady with a slender body came over and sat next to Calytrix. “What’s with you and Mr Peter?” “Him?” Calytrix scoffed, “He’s just an angel-faced pervert.” The lady’s eyes widened, and she leaned closer, “Shh. Others can hear you. Besides, you don’t have proof. He’s a well-respected man.”

The villagers didn’t scream, they didn’t scatter, they stepped back. All at once. Like they had been waiting for that exact moment. My heart stuttered as I turned and saw it fully for the first time. it unfolded out of the doorway like something forced into the wrong shape. Too long in places. Too thing in others. Its limbs dragged for half a second before correcting as if remembering, too late, how they were meant to move. Firelight caught along its skin, and for a heartbeat I saw what it had been. Human. The outline was still there. the structure. But everything else had shifted, stretched, pulled into something that didn’t belong in the world I understood.