Invader Zim Aesthetic Novels & Stories

"Look around ma'am we're surrounded by dangerous monsters and you're asking of my name? wait, do you gave a crush on me?" "What!" Mrs Collins doesn't know when she screamed out "crush on you? Common I won't go that low! just look at what you're wearing, a dirty brown monkey jacket and black joggers with your hunter boot shoe and you think I will crush on someone like you? never! wake up if you're dreaming!!" "You define me that means you like me for observing my dressing but anyways call me handsome that's my name, handsome" Mrs Collins feel uncomfortable around Handsome while having this conversation the zombies started banging their van and growling around it. Mrs Collins was so scared tha

Anastasia Goddess, he was beautiful. “Focus, woman!” Ziva snarled. Right! Not beautiful. He was ugly. Disgustingly hideous with his tousled hair and rippling muscles, tanned to utter perfection. And he was towering over me, pressing me into the dirt with that large body of his nestled between my thighs. So gross… What kind of cock would a man like that have? Would it be thick? The kind that stretched you to your limits, but left you feeling oh-so full?

*Boom* Aiden didn’t stop to rest after completing only a third of his task. There were still two more zombies he had to take care of. He gently tapped the ground and stepped aside, avoiding the attack of the very same zombie that had tried a sneak attack on him only a few moments earlier. Aiden realised from this encounter that unlike the other two that preferred direct confrontations, this zombie was an assassin. It was likely an assassin before it died, and upon becoming a zombie it retained its fighting techniques which was why it always hid in the shadows to attack him. *Whoosh*

Their skin is marked with visible tattoos, and I recognize them from my lessons with Clay: they bear Zombie’s mark. The man at the front must be Zombie himself. He bears a striking resemblance to Adis, with high cheekbones, perfectly sculpted lips, and eyes that shimmer like green-blue galaxies. But his hair is longer, stark white, and his skin is much paler. Towering over the others, he carries himself with a regal air, as though he owns the ground he walks on.

Zov slipped out of his cage and took control over me, the urge to protect and hurt whoever caused her pain overwhelming me. My arms wrapped protectively around her as my gaze remained fixed on her face. ‘Our mate is such a beauty,’ Zov whispered in my head, grinning even harder and beginning to giggle. ‘Shut up!’ I snapped at him, noticing how delicate her skin was despite being dirt-covered. Her eyelashes rested perfectly on her skin, looking so tender, no doubt she was ugly. ‘Ugly? Zedex, I dare you!’ Zov frowned, glaring so hard. All because I called his mate ugly.

The gothic style suit did wonders for Zinjo’s appearance. Mr. Silke clapped his hands as the young werelion emerged from his cocoon, a stunning butterfly. “A finishing touch,” he placed a pair of glasses with red lenses on his face. Zinjo didn’t care what the human tailor had to say in the least. He responded with, “Hmmm.” He faced Aurelia in his finery, “Does this please you?” he asked. Aurelia swore she heard a hint of worry in his voice.

Of course, the universe had other plans. My carpet—the one that used to be as white as Zane’s promises before he wrecked them—had turned into a race track. And right in the middle of it stood two figures: one in dinosaur pajamas with rocket-fuel energy, the other with a dangerously handsome face, rolled-up sleeves, and a laugh that could start wars. Zane sat cross-legged, his long-sleeved shirt rumpled, hair tousled like he’d just walked off a men’s-magazine shoot. Behind him, Ash clutched a handful of markers like a proud art-supply dealer.

no one saw because the car is designed such that no one can see or smell anything inside it,” he smiled as he kissed my forehead. “You can’t go shirtless, Zarek,” I said. “Let me wear my own clothes so that people don’t find me disrespectful.” “You are so perfect in every way, Zoe !” Zarek sighed. “You are biased, boy,” I winked as I got off the car. * * * * * * CHARACTER SKETCH: ZOE'S MATES: Talon Green – Green Moss Pack Lucan Cohen – Ocean Spirit Pack Corwin Dixon – Moon Shine Pack

skin. It was ridiculous. It was glorious. The armor was polished gold with glowing blue runic etchings. Massive pauldrons shaped like lion heads sat on his shoulders, breathing digital steam. Every time he moved, little sparkles of light trailed behind him like fairy dust. "You look like a disco ball had a baby with a tank," Jinx laughed. She was sitting on the edge of the holographic table, her avatar swinging its legs. She was wearing her new "Shadow-Stalker" set—sleek, violet leather with a hood that trailed smoke and a mask that displayed a shifting 8-bit emote. Currently, it was a xD face.

Alpha Jason This was not who I expected when Emerald walked in with Zavian. I was expecting, as the kids say, some creepy old man. That is not what I saw following Emerald into my office. Zavian was my height, so 6’3”, with messy purple hair and bright lime green eyes. He has tattoos covering a large portion of his body and several facial piercings. I have no doubt that he has more under his clothes. I watch as Emerald takes her usual seat between my boys, and Zavain sits down not far from her. I can’t blame him for sitting close to the only person he knows here. He doesn’t seem nervous being here, which makes me uncomfortable.