Doofenshmirtz Novels & Stories

I took the laptop up to my room and closed the door behind me. I accessed my email and opened the John Gold file again. He was five foot ten inches, with light brown hair. He was short for a man and his personality showed his affliction. He had short man syndrome. He wasn’t in terrible shape but he could be in better shape. He was filthy rich, exclamation on the filthy part and the surprising factor, I was friends with his son, Robert Gold.

Lil Joe hadn't yet recovered from the effect of the water and the countless remnants of salt that picked away the tiny bits of his open flesh, tearing him up into tiny bits, life and energy slowly slipping out from his lips as he tried telling himself to normalcy. “Light him up!” I gave the command, dramatically snapping my fingers in the air. It didn't take a second more until I heard the sound of the colts of electricity, flowing from its underground channels, leaving its footprints as it raced down to it's Final Bus Stop, “The Confessor”. “Three!” “Two!”

The way the girls swoon over him only fuels my annoyance. I hate him. I don't like her. This is a trainwreck. Where is Mirasol's katana? Maybe I can fall on it? “Hello everyone, I’m Brent Hammond. You might recognize me from the cover of this year’s Assassin Magazine.” He strikes a dramatic pose that is in the theme of a Greek statue, and I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing. I nudge Caleb, who is also stifling laughter. “You know the slogan, ‘If they’re a danger to society, we’re a danger to them.’ Well, I coined that.” He flashes a smug grin. “And if that doesn’t ring a bell, maybe my stats will—I’m the best in the world.”

She looked at him, blinking twice with pouted lips. "What?" "How the hell are you enjoying this?" he asked. "Huh?" "How can there be fire underwater? A car crashes into them, and they get up the next second. SpongeBob sliced himself into pieces, and a snail… the snail meowed! It’s not a fucking cat! And Patrick literally swallowed his own brain and laughed. How the fûck Sandy able to stay underwater? And what’s a rocket doing under the—" Morticia’s laughter cut him off, echoing through the room as Klaus stared at her seriously, only making her laugh harder.

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

Before Doom could make his move, a voice interrupted them. The duo looked over at the source to find a man - a wolf in his early fifties - with long matted dirty blond curls, half up in a bun and matching moustache and beard. He had a number of piercings and a obnoxious pair of sunglasses on and he looked like some biker dude. Doom turned, ready to attack. "Why don't you pick someone your size?" The guy asked. "Bruh, you have a death wish?" Is all that came out of Noelle's mouth.

“So I do…” Cassius snapped his eyes at me full of shock as he slammed the brake when he was about to hit a car in front of us. “Fuck!” He swore and looked at me angrily. “You got what you wanted now, keep your dirty games to yourself, Winnie. This trick…” he pointed at me, cringing at my sight. “...will not work on me.” *********

"Chitty Chitty Bang Bang? You're crazy– you need to be locked up in an insane asylum. You lied to me, ruined my house, and then compared me to that rogue to children, all those things. the above just because you can't make a normal person take responsibility and apologize?" She stood on tiptoe and was right in front of his face. "I've tried but you're being unreasonable." He reached out and grabbed her biceps. His fingers closed around something smooth and he shook it lightly. "Nonsense? Ridiculous? It's midnight and I'm standing in a room full of dogs, talking about a stupid movie!" "It's not stupid. Why can't you be more like Ralph Kramden from Honeymooners? Sure he's loud and obnoxious, b

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

Seeing him clutching his bloody arm, the men who had just stepped out of the tavern laughed at his weakness and frailty. "Haha, Chad, you are also conquered by women so quickly?" Hearing the taunts of the people around, along with the mocking laughter, Chad became even more enraged, stretched out his long clawed arm and leaned towards Lily. Lily cowered in fear, raising her arms to support her. Swirl. Out of nowhere, Douglas rushed out, his claws slashing a long line in front of his chest. Chad clutched his chest in pain, blood from his hands and chest dripping onto the pavement.