Kim Possible Guy Novels & Stories

Ava replied, laughing and flinging it back. "Oh please," Kim snorted rolling her eyes. Probably some body builder names something like Alexios in makeup and a grey wig and fake grey beard. "Who cares? Now you can tell everybody back home you saw the Olympian and asshole extraordinarie, Zeus Thunderbolt." "You idiot, his last name isn't thunderbolt, he just uses it." Ava laughed, "Yeah, whatever." Kim shook her head. "You're crazy, Ava." Ava shrugged. "Hey, you never know. It could be fun."

Alfi exclaimed punching Wira with his clones at the same time. Wira is managed to be defeated by Alfi. “Say my hello to Taye, I’m sorry for killing your precious best friend. Now, pay him a visit.” Alfi said. Alfi runs to Kartika and the others. They all seem fine. “Is everyone ok?” Alfi asked worrying. “Yes, they are. Someone just helped me before.” Kartika answered. “Yeah, he looks like a Samurai,” Koji added. “His hair is black and he wears a purple kimono,” Katon added.

She rose to her feet and let out a sigh. "I need to talk to you, privately" she said and I turned to look at Haru and Dana. They were still sitting beside Rhea's immobile form. "We'll keep an eye on her. You can go with her" Dana said. "Come with me" I said to Kim. We both left my quarters and went to my office. Kim was one of the oldest members of my pack. She was a werewolf who had never shifted. She was blessed with healing abilities and a compassionate heart. She'd been a member of my father's pack. She was also one of the werewolves who had managed to survive the fire several years ago. Kim had lost her first mate in the fire and had met her second mate, three years after the fire. Her

The first person you call when you get good news or want to go out for a bite to eat is an example of a best friend, and Kyo perfectly fitted this example. Jung Kenma was a phenomenal human being, there was literally nothing, absolutely no frekin task he couldn't accomplish. I'd play Video games with him and always end up losing, of course it wasn't an easy thing winning against the Golden Kid. He'd treat me with snacks and chocolates whenever I'd lose to make me feel better. And due to the treats, even when I knew I could win I'd lose deliberately and he knew, but such it was and we loved the bond we shared. I'm not quite sure if he still had feelings for me, maybe he hid them well enough f

Kim was strongly resisting the urge to wipe her eyes with her hands to be sure it was a human sitting right there clad casually in a white joggers pant, his hair tinted blonde, amazing blue/grey eyes and perfectly structured jawline. He had the looks of a complete Greek God. Those eyes, they looked really familiar to her, like she had seen it somewhere, but she couldn't pinpoint where. She quickly pushed the thoughts off her head. "Uhm.. Hi, I'm here to..." "Get started already," came his husky voice. "But music...I can't... "I don't need music, just move!" He snapped making Kim flinch back slightly. She was taken aback by his rude tone, she wondered how someone that handsome could be so rud

At that moment, the people present gulped nervously, even Boss Cool's friends were tensed too. Jim Kim's face became cold, he has never been treated like this in his life, he has always been adored, pampered, and worshipped by people, and that is why he chose to be a celebrity. He was livid “Cool, are you tired of being the richest man in the district, with a phone call, you know I can squash your entire company?” he threatened coldly. Boss Cool chuckled, he was like an unmovable rock, “Jim Kim, what do you think you are? Do you think your late grandfather is still the president? Do you want to squash me, with your celebrity status? Or the little money of your father?” he fired back.

I tried to sleep back because the dream couldn’t allow me get enough sleepas much as I had wanted, and there again came this dream again, but this time something spectacular happened. A cute guy in his late thirties came close before Kimora could get to me. He held me in his hand and saved me before Kimora could get any closer. I sprang up from the bed almost immediately, who could this guy be and why is he trying to save me form Kimora and my ex husband but most importantly the question that lingered in my head was how was this guys able to possess so much strength and power.

But amidst the sea of judgmental gazes, there was a set of eyes that stood out, filled with genuine admiration and kindness. It was him, the boy who called himself Superman Jr., a name that had become synonymous with compassion and empathy in our small, close-knit community. With his warm smile and genuine spirit, he had always been an ally to those in need. And that day, as the reality of my identity rippled through the hallways, Superman Jr. sought me out with a message of support.

Gods, I am never getting used to his voice. “Thank you, Ruin; we’ll be right out,” I say with a small smile, then I hear the door close and Kim lets out a breath. “Goddess, CJ, I wish you could see just what this man looks like,” she breathes, and I can almost picture her fanning herself. “Dark hair, dark eyes, tattoos everywhere, leather jacket… He’s like the definition of a bad boy girls like us should stay away from.” “He smells like it too,” I say, noting how his scent reminds me of everything sinful. Kim giggles at this and breathes out a long sigh.

He told me. I smiled back and nodded. Mr. Kim isn’t the kind of boss that’s terror and bossy. He blends in with the employees. When I was on the stage of giving up, he was blessing me with those friendly advices. He’s a good man. I’m even a godmother of one of his kids. “You look so good today, as well, Mr. Kim.” I beamed. He chuckled. “I just interviewed an intelligent cartoonist.” He replied. “I’m really impressed.” He’s nodding.