Dragon Ball Super Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"You should had fly like a superman to save me from wetting my expensive gown that will feed you for a whole year!!! It is over between us." "You made me watched some stupid India dramas and expect me to be like them, Dae. You will grow old before you realize your stupid zeeworld romance is nothing but a mere dream. Wake up from your dream because there is no man who will fly like a Superman. Go and buy some sense in the market." He told me standing up to his feet. That did it. "Hwan." I called out my best friend's name. "Yes honey." "Hold me tightly." I told him.

"YEP. THEM FOLKS CALL YOU BARBIE OR DANA. MINE'S BEACHBODY" "WHATEVER YOU SAY, SUPERMAN. DO SLEEP TIGHT" "DREAM OF SUPERMAN" She chuckled at his last text, before tossing her phone on the bed and walking into the shower cubicle

I love shiny new things and they can be expensive, I love the killing of men, they are of no importance once I am done with them. Over the years, I would sleep with men and nothing happened, they were too weak to get me pregnant, and other Sirens completed the task with other unsuspecting strong worthy men. Some fall in love and wouldn't kill them and others just live the lifestyle of the rich. I, on the other hand, set my eyes on the Supremes because I could get pregnant from one of them but after doing my research, it wouldn't be easy or plausible if I wanted to live. I just wanted my son back and I needed some strong DNA to do it so my child could survive, if I did get pregnant with someo

These thoughts keep me stable and the tears at bay. I cook a meal from the scrounged food. We sit at the table and Sarn eats like it's the best food he has ever tasted. "Before we go to bed, do you think we could fly?" I ask hopefully. I want to soar with him above the trees. I've craved it since our flight this morning. "I've missed my dragon form." He gives me his most sensual look. "I would love to have you ride me."

About six months into the apocalypse, both my mom and I had discovered some serious powers. Mine? I could hear my dad's thoughts—yes, only his. In an apocalyptic world where survival hinged on brute strength, this ability was as useful as a screen door on a submarine. The only upside was that I became his personal translator. But my mom? She struck gold. She developed super strength—and not just the run-of-the-mill kind. Her entire body mutated. She went through a second growth spurt, and now she was almost seven feet tall—tall and built like a tank.