Doofenshmirtz Novels & Stories

"There's not one that doesn't have a memory to go along with it. I sure as fuck don't go to a tattoo artist with some trendy ass Chinese lettering that I don't even understand." He seems offended by the notion, almost as if it's personal. "Someone you know has done that?" "You could say that. Some dumbass kid who doesn't know how the world is yet, and now he's got some symbols on his arm that probably mean eat shit and die." I can't help it, I laugh. He's so thoroughly disgusted.

**Larry's mansion, south korean** "Now you look good" Jasmine said immediately she sighted sandra "I've always look good" Sandra said putting on a headphone Jasmine smiled at her friends cocky behaviour before putting on the her own headphone. Sandra's house have been the place they practice because sandra owned a studio ******* *Desmond mansion* Micheal slump on the couch heavily when he was done cleaning the mess Desmond created in the living room He was so tired that he thought he had exhuasted all his powers. He actually used his power to create better glasses which wouldn't break even if Lord STONE scream his lungs out– hehehehe, he laughed at his own silly joke

Instead, her hands trembled against her cream dress, a look of profound horror and respect washing over her features. "Fifteen," Enzo barked, his voice losing a bit of its smug satisfaction. He was realizing that he couldn’t break Frank Costello. He could tear his flesh, but he couldn't bend his spine. . When the final, twentieth strike echoed through the room, the guard stepped back, his chest heaving from the exertion. The silence that followed was heavy, thick with the scent of fresh blood. For a long, terrifying moment, Frank didn't move. He remained hunched over the desk, his head bowed, blood dripping steadily from his lower back onto the polished hardwood floor.

Marcus rumbled, dropping his guard as the invisible shield dissolved. The boy slumped forward, passing out on the polymer floor, completely cured of the violent sickness that would have turned him into a monster. Up in the observation deck, the Enforcer tapped his tablet. "Participant Seventeen incapacitated. Vital signs stable. Red Rust purged. Harvest complete. Participant Eighty-Nine victorious. Offensive output remains zero." Marcus stood in the center of the ring, his chest heaving. His triceps burned with a localized, agonizing fire. But his mind was racing with a terrifying, chilling clarity.

"Whatever. Go tell the Don so she can stop putting on this show." Then the familiar scent of his cologne cut through the smoke. A hand struck my cheek, hard enough to sting. Enzo's flat but faintly amused voice followed. "Sophia Vitale. Wake up. Cut the act. I'm here. You were pretty capable when you blew up the armory. So what's this now? Playing pitiful?" I wanted to explain and beg. A broken, rattling sound escaped instead. The pain in my abdomen felt as if it were tearing me apart from the inside.

As I take my seat beside her the door starts to knock, i lean over to help cut her bacon when Inks voice fills the apartment. "Sorry for being late, I've been stuck in early meetings" he apologises, walking in wearing his signiue black suit. "Uncle Rod!" Amelia shouts really loudly, launching a single bean across the room "sorry mama" she says looking down at her plate, I rub her arm telling her it was okay, as ink takes his seat. "I seen your new add on the tv the other day, you're really doing well for yourself ink- I mean Rod" I smile, accidentally calling him the name he doesn't like.

◇NO POV◇ Don is in deep sleep he started listening the same words "you're a monster why are you alive why didn't you died when you're born you're piece of burden" his whole body is sweating his facial expressions turning dark he is whimpering in some unknown pain he is screaming "no no" suddenly he woke up with heavy gasping he looked at his surroundings started to realize everything was a dream he directly went to gym and started doing pushups his body is well tamed with 8 abs he is not any less to a model he have a Greek god figure

declared the female figure. Turning her head towards the wolf she asked, "So, are you going to say what you are planning in this pathetic wolf head of yours or should I go?" Blanca quickly showed curtsy to the Swamp Goddess and uttered, "Of course, I might have blasting news for you, my lady." ____________________________________ Next morning they woke up early, a day before Christmas...today was the wedding of Melvin and Travolta. Pidge woke up feeling nausea, she quickly rushed to the washroom to puke her guts out.

Laughing hysterically for another feast they are taking, they hurriedly scattered themselves into the streets of the near-barren city. ❇❇❇ She couldn't believe what she was seeing. A seven-foot tall being, almost humanoid, was standing before her. His skin was green, and his body was built up like The Hulk, all muscular and weirdly contorted. The corners of his mouth went up to a smirk, showing his sharp, dirty canines inside. He was carrying a cell-like bag, and she could see some white orbs floating inside it. She gulped. "Luna, please calm down."

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