Cody X Junior Novels & Stories

Me: "Ok, it sounds good, but what do I have to do to win this role?" Father: "From the general description in the paper and the website, they need young studs of about your age to prance around in skimpy costumes as if they were fighters on a future earth that was no longer used to 'real men'. You end up in these ceremonial costumes the atomic war survivors give you, which show off your physique and your 'gifts' down below. As a result, the producers insist on actors who will be built like Mr. Universe, but also with 'units' of epic proportion. Now, if this sounds 'doable' we would have to immediately go to work on changing your physique from good to incredible. About the 'unit', I don't thi

“Since when? Why didn’t I know about that?” Janet stiffened, lowering her eyes. Cody patted my shoulder lightly, signaling me to sit. My legs trembled, but I obeyed, perching carefully on the edge of the chair. “He’s disappointed, ”I mumbled inwardly,” What if he doesn’t accept me as his pack member?” “No,” Xyla corrected sharply. “He’s angry. Not disappointed.” I felt it too—the intensity of his gaze, the way my chest tightened under it. Then he moved closer, deliberately. My palms grew sweaty, and I rubbed them against each other to hide it.