Bimbofication Comic Novels & Stories

Beemo could no longer take the embarrassment and transformed into his energy beast form. Beemo used his wing to slap the green-haired man from the sky. He tore through the air as he fell and crashed into the forest below. Beemo turned the air particles into nitrogen and blasted a breath of liquid nitrogen on the forest the green-haired man fell into. An extensive section of the forest froze over immediately, killing thousands of trees and destroying hundreds of houses outside of the forest.

He hummed "I'm in love with you, i just really like you that I don't know why I was bullying you I just didn't want to accept the fact that I liked you" Vincent was so nervous and for the first time in my life I felt as if I had an upper hand and I burst out laughing. It wasn't as if what he was saying was funny or anything but because I just can't think straight so I thought laughing would be the best option at this point . Vincent likes me, my bully likes me. That was the most absurd thing I've ever had in my life.

"That's exactly what you are. You got bitten and it didn't break you. You adapted to a whole new life without cracking. That's fighting if ever I saw it." The sincerity in his voice was weird and uncomfortable. Me and Max didn't do serious conversations. We never had. From the very beginning we'd fought and bickered our way to the almost friendship we seemed to have now. "I—thanks, I guess." "No problem babe. Besides, like you said you are one of the shortest people in the whole wide -world." His smile morphed from earnest to cocky. "Now, do you want that ride?" "After that comment I'm seriously reconsidering it."

"Why does the idea of her hating you make you want to break things? Especially breaking things with Nubian?" I look down at my hands. He's right. They are shaking. "This is crazy," I tell him. "I barely know her." "It happens," Bimbo says. His voice is so loud now it's like he's speaking out loud. "Stop." "You know she's probably your mate." "Stop!" I roar out loud this time. But Bimbo won't stop. His crescendo keeps rising. It feels like he is merging into my reality. It feels like he's becoming another physical entity

She jumped up when she saw me. "Yo man what the fuck, you have to tell me when people are coming in here." She said gathering her pencils and shoving them under a pillow. I knew instantly that the art supplies had to be contraband. My eyes widened, I had never be seen real contraband in person. She most definitely was not assigned those tools, so how did she get them? "Relax Vixen." Fox said then gestured to me. "This is our newest, Bambi."

"You won't dare do it. You'll never earn that kind of money in a lifetime." "Is that so?" I quirked a brow and brought the lighter closer to the edge of the ticket. The corner curled from the heat, and a thin plume of blue smoke began to rise. Instantly, Felix cried out, "No! Don't—" And then, as if dragged back from beyond the grave, Isla suddenly sat up and lunged toward me.

Even knowing full well how shameless Robbie was, I couldn't help but applaud his audacity. "Wow," I sneered, clapping slowly. "You want me to take care of the very woman who almost stole my spot at university? Robbie, you really are something else." I hadn't lowered my voice. Students passing by caught every word, and their condemning, disgusted stares pierced straight through him. His face flushed with humiliation—he looked as if he wanted the ground to swallow him whole.

I didn't want to imitate the man in front of me. "So... they sent me an artist, huh? Good! You've got my interest. You now have a strip." I opened my eyes violently to the man in chains. Is he serious about what he says? "Or what else are you acting like? You're my prostitute, right? Now strip!" I hugged myself in no time. It's stupid, isn't it? "Your mother!" a strong slap hit the man's face. He stopped and seemed stunned, his face remained tilted as if he couldn't believe that someone had slapped him. But before he could recover from his shock I had already put some distance between us.

I've sculpted a character based on my boss, Jacob Carter, in my smutty novel. Jacob, who's a cold, distant, and stern man in reality, is reduced to a lovesick simp in my novel. Apparently, he's maddeningly in love with me there. But when I tender my resignation letter later on, Jacob rips it into shreds before cornering me. "Oh? Are you planning to leave now that you've finished writing that novel of yours? How dare you discard me as soon as you're done with me! What am I, a cheap escort?"

"Julie Schumer, you'd better not regret your decision!" Smirking, I merely grabbed my backpack and left. … The next day, I arrived at the competition venue. Our team was scheduled to play the tenth match. While our team was warming up, Emily approached us with bottles of water. "I refilled everyone's bottles." They accepted the bottles and thanked her. She beamed at me. "Julie, I couldn't find yours. Where is it? I'll refill your bottle too." I recalled that she had used that as an excuse to spike my drink with substances in my past life.