Kim Possible Oh Boyz Novels & Stories

I assured her softly. “Nice one” a voice suddenly echoed behind me with an applaud. When I turned to look who it was, it was the gang leader. I fixed my gaze on the young handsome boy whose innocent look, was altered by the tattoos that embroidered his body. He had a pistol under his right arm pit, and on his left shoulder was his white T-shirt which was stained with blood. Picking the T-shirt on his shoulder, he used it to dab the blood flowing down his lips. “Impressive boy, but I'm proud to tell you that you messed with the wrong gang, and for that you are going to pay for it”

I think she at least has some respect for her body, unlike Amelia. Kevin too is a jerk. He is extremely intimidating and his main fun activity is bullying physically weak people and making fun of them. Tony, Amelia and Sophia too enjoy it. Kevin almost got suspended last year for cyberbullying two girls but he somehow got out of it. Probably with money and influence. He is incredibly rich.

"He turned around and immediately lost his grip on me, making us slip flat out on our butt in the ice. And right in front of us, a pretty brunette girl stood, looking like she'd just won a lotto. I didn't like her one bit. Being the pro that he was at skating, Ray was on his feet in no time. The girl threw herself on him in a warm hug and almost caused him to fall again, but Ray held on tight. "Do you need help?" A brown haired boy, who'd just waltzed out of no where, extended his hands towards me. You know that feeling, you get about someone? That really bad genuine vibe? That's exactly what I felt from this boy that stood in front of me. He was pale in complexion and had long hair that sto

Sam said while giving Jessie a bitter smile. "Ha ha ha," Jessie fake laughed. "Maybe because he is my little brother, Samantha." He said and caught his brother in a headlock and ruffled his hair. "He's fresh meat too Em," Jessie winked at me. "I may be younger but I am stronger." The boy laughed and shoved Jessie. The guy straightened out his leather jacket. "I'm Jett by the way." He introduced. Sam laughed. "How does it feel that younger brother is a heartthrob Jessie."

The scar seemed to symbolize his deepest insecurities, and my response would either soothe or savage his soul. At that moment, time stood still. The darkness outside receded, leaving only the both of us, bound by shared memories and unspoken promises. My heart swelled with compassion, and I knew my response would change everything. My eyes widened in shock, memories flooding back like a tidal wave. We were just twelve, inseparable friends embarking on a combat summer camp adventure. That fateful night, deep in the wilderness, a ferocious beast emerged from the shadows. Seth had shielded me, taking the brunt of the attack. The sound of snarling and snapping still echoed in my mind.

I asked hazily, "I thought I had to get married to pass this dungeon…" "Yeah. You have to marry the Sea God." Cyrus' lips kept trailing south the whole time. I could vaguely see a red tuxedo materializing on his upper body. That was when I suddenly recalled the Sea God's statue in the chapel. It had countless tentacles forming its lower body. Did that mean Cyrus was the Sea God? My boyfriend wasn't just an NPC in the survival game—he was also the final boss? As soon as that thought popped into my mind, I felt myself getting enveloped by the water and the tentacles. I could also hear Cyrus' enchanting voice.

My face heated up. "You're overthinking." "Am I?" He smiled wider. I went straight upstairs when we got home. I was in bed when my phone buzzed. Henry. [I'm sorry about today.] I typed: [It's fine.] A few seconds later— Henry: [Actually, I'm pretty happy.] Me: [Happy about what?] [I got to pretend to be your boyfriend.] I stared at the screen, not sure what to say. Henry: [Even if it was just a few minutes, I'll remember it forever.]

I ordered, walking away from the mess. "I'm on it." He pulled out his phone to call the cleaning team. I dragged my feet toward the window, hearing footsteps trailing. "What about that boy—Chief Russell's son? Did you get his information?" I asked, pulling out my favorite cigarettes and lighting one. "His name is Jordan Hayes. He's 22 and..." "Leads, Dominic! I want fucking leads!" I barked, cutting off the useless details. I wanted a lead on the boy who kept doing unimaginable things every time we met.

When we stand to leave, someone from the back calls out, half-mocking, and half-admiring, “Hey! ZZ merch for sale? I want one!” Zarek bows, ridiculous and regal, and shouts, “Limited! Only five made!” The cafeteria roars; the sound is a tide that lifts us, and shields us. It feels like a victory. It also feels like drowning. Later, at the corridor, Kai slips up beside me. He’s a tick—small, annoying, and persistent. When the crowd thins, his face leans close enough to my ear that I smell his cheap cologne. “You making a habit of collecting hearts?” he murmurs, smiling sharply. “Or is this another one of those attention stunts? You always did love a good audience.”

I did not plan to fall in love before I turned 18, I planned to survive senior year. Lincoln High measured people by two things, college acceptance letters and couple posts, and if you lacked one, you needed the other. The hallways filled with paired hoodies and prom proposals, while my whiteboard filled with one line that stared back at me every morning. BOYFRIEND BEFORE 18, written in thick black marker by my own hand. I told Liv it was a joke, but the marker still sat on my desk.