Chubby Superheroes Novels & Stories

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“You’re joking.” He didn’t answer. Which immediately made me suspicious. Still smiling faintly, I reached toward the cupcake carefully before pausing the second my fingers touched it. My brows furrowed. It wasn’t soft. Slowly, I looked closer. And then realization hit me all at once. The cupcake wasn’t a cupcake at all. It was a ring box designed to look like one. My breath caught instantly. Inside rested the largest diamond ring I had ever seen in my life.

That place was filled with a mix of ordinary people, and in such harsh conditions, many resorted to cannibalism. Although killing was not allowed in the base, many people mysteriously disappeared. She also mentioned that mutants could have been assigned to better neighborhoods, but many were unwilling to be separated from their families and ended up in middle-class neighborhoods. It turned out her brother was also a powerful fire mutant. He was only 17 years old and named Xavier Tayson. Xavier was a member of Squad 7 and would often go out on missions. Another neighbor on our floor also had a mutant. It was said that they were able to stimulate plant growth. They were a young couple. The wom

I smiled because I was thinking of how I was going to get them on my side; it seems like my act worked. “You handled that well," Mr Chase spoke first. “I just didn't know that Lauren could give birth to a lion." “My father is a lion after all," I replied. My shoulders are trying to maintain the act. “We are going to help you," the lady finally said. I knew nothing went for nothing, so I was prepared for the demand. “Just make sure the company doesn't fall into the wrong hands."

How do I tell him his father is ten floors up, engaged to a woman who hates us? A warm weight settles on the small of my back. It's Timothy. He gently slides the phone from my paralyzed fingers. "Hey, Champ. It's Uncle Tim. Listen, about that truck—and the other thing. I’ve got a secret for you. Real superheroes don't always come from stores. Sometimes they're already right there, protecting you from the shadows. Your mom is a superhero, Charlie. And superheroes are worth ten regular daddies, right?" My eyes water as I watch Timothy pace the room, spinning a brilliant story about why having a superhero mom is better than regular daddies. I feel oxygen slowly enter my lungs again.