Doomsday Beast Hsr Novels & Stories

"How were you able to identify it at all?" Dennis seemed to remember then that she was still fairly new to the operation and he calmed himself down to explain. "You see, Miss Months, every item in Olympus's storage has been tagged with a Doomsday beacon, which as the name implies, is only activated when said item is activated in a such a manner as to be classified as a doomsday.

The little shit was fast, but he couldn’t shake me that easily. A metal door of a dumpster clanged shut, but I didn’t need to hear that to know where he was. His heartbeat echoed in my ears, its erratic rhythm a testament to his fear. Yet, he had no idea what fear truly meant. He would understand, soon enough, once I caught him. Then he would face the embodiment of terror.

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

He immediately pulled me outside the gate. He was about to lead me to his car but I did not flinch. "Wait up, what are we gonna talk about, Primo?" "Of course, the deal," he replied. "No deal for today. She's going with me." Doom appeared in a black shirt paired with cargo pants.

and I am bitten again, these dogs just can't run slower apparently. I push myself for another mile, but the night's events are catching up to me, the dark starts blurring my vision and the world begins to fade. I shake my head, not wanting to pass out in the middle of nowhere, but my body finally gives up. Just before I black out, I feel myself shifting back to a human form and then everything goes dark. *****

Its 7am already" sandra said and jasmine sprang up immediately "Wait, how come you woke up before me?" Jasmine asked in disbelief because sandra and sleep were two very close friends "I've been dreaming about the enrollment since last night so i couldn't sleep soundly" Sandra replied "Then let's go get ready.. We should be in school by 9am" Jasmine said and walk to the bathroom * * ★ Desmond's mansion ★ It was a busy morning as the birds can be heard chirping, men and women walking to their Various destination. Some were wishing but Desmond decided not care cause he didn't want his sleep to be distured

It was a printed copy of a research paper I had published in an international journal about animal behavior. "Is that so? Scent mimicry and psychological tactics are cutting-edge fields, I'll give you that. But those methods carry one fatal caveat—the subject must be in a completely normal physiological state." I held the paper up for the cameras, pointing directly at a line of data on the page. "According to the zoo's official handler logs, Orion had been in a severe hormonal rut for a month leading up to the accident. His testosterone levels were five times higher than normal, making him extremely aggressive.

"What if you don't come back? I don't think I could survive that a second time, My Beast. Our connection is too strong, too deep. It would kill me, and that would leave our daughter without parents again. You have to come back." Drake walked around to the side of the bed where Sam was trying to get up and out of and helped her. "I'll come back. I have to. You girls are my world and I have to live in it. I don't have a choice." Leaning down he kissed her and watched her eyes glaze over when he stood up. Leading her to a small room off of his room, he opened the door to reveal a small but well built bathroom. Drake pulled her in and undressed her, being careful with her shoulder. Turning

With a scary look on his face, that man was gazing at Beast. Beast ordered a table and put his hand on it. In a nick of time, the colour of the light bulb turned red and Beast turned into a butcher, who was separating every single finger from his hand. The man was screaming in pain. But Beast was standing in a relaxed posture doing his work. Similarly, he also separated the fingers from his other hand. Now it was the turn of his feet.

My body trembled in embarrassment. The beast dug into his meal. His cock thrusted inside of me, and I muffled a scream on my pillow, tears flowed fro, my eyes. Keeran groaned, a deep guttural, mindless moan. At first, all I could feel was pain, but then, when the pain subsided, I felt something start to burn with each thrust Keeran was doing. I never felt such a feeling, and it made me swallow hard. It made my body concentrate on the feeling that was slowly building within me.