Mega Man Heat Man Novels & Stories

“Maxsius-” “Hhhhmmmm. I smell you little one. I smell your arousal. Now that he has told you about you being our mate; it won’t be long before you go into heat” He said, his eye’s flashing amber at her “Heat? I...but I’m human. I shouldn’t be going into heat” Gemma said “Are you though? Are you just a human? You are mate to a very powerful future alpha; one even he doesn’t know what his capacity is yet. And you...my mate, you even more so”

Stranger' Heat, a molten current, pooled deep within me. A different kind of excitement, raw and primal, coursed through my veins. He had already begun his insidious magic. His touch, a burning brand against my skin. His murmured voice, a hypnotic whisper that bypassed my ears and resonated directly with my core.

"Hi" The man at the door said, flashing an enchanting smile at Megan. Megan fakes a smile and said "Hi" .... "Who are you?" She asked. The man smiles and said "My name is Ace". "Do you need anything?" She asked. "If you're looking for that ugly chimpanze that calls herself Freya, she's not here" Megan said trying to close the door, but Ace held the door, making Megan furrowed her eyebrows.

He stood at least 6'2", his compact frame carrying an unmistakable air of dominance. The first two buttons of his dress shirt hung open, exposing the sharp outline of his collarbones and the smooth, powerful planes of his chest. But his face. Holy shit. Those deep, endless eyes. That sculpted, almost elven nose. Those thin, supple lips pressed into a seductive frown. I gasped. My gaze locked onto his washboard abs and refused to move. He was a god among men. There was no way he could be anything less. "Ha." Oh Lord. This fine specimen had spoken, and his voice carried a magnetic, sensual baritone. The sound clashed sharply with the deep self-loathing woven into his tone. "I knew it. It doesn

My stamina bar instantly filled to max. "With these, my workers won't just survive the negative sixty-degree weather," I muttered, a cold, triumphant smile spreading across my face. "They’ll be able to sprint through it." "Don't get too ahead of yourself, Master," Nebula warned, leaping off my shoulder and floating in front of my face. "The human body can only take so much spiritual heat at once. If you feed a normal human too many Magma Chilis, their blood will literally boil. You need to mix it carefully."

The 212-degree heat merely made him feel uncomfortable, it was nowhere near enough to kill him. The Behemoth did not expect him to be so darn stubborn. A human surviving a 212-degree heat was completely beyond its expectations. Alas, the Behemoth was running out of options. Not only could it not move, but even if it could, it couldn't do a thing about Victor, who was stubbornly staying inside its body. Just as Victor was about to make his move, the Behemoth spoke. "Human!" Victor was stunned! The Behemoth spoke Hexian!

He holds a similar energy just like his father's but I refuse to be intimidated by him. "I don't want to have anything to do with you, clearly you're nothing like the girls I like. You're simply not my type". he smirks as his grey eyes scan me, more like checking me out. Oh I definitely know how to deal with cocky jerks like you! "The feeling is mutual Mr..." I try to remember his name "Nathan" he completes "Nathan" I repeat. You can't be my type, you're too old for me, what are you like, 30?"

He looked at the stage and saw that they were about to start. He felt someone passed by behind him, and his smell made his head turn. Not because the perfume he used is unique, but because he still remembers that smell even though two years have passed. ------------ When Kit turns his head to see who was the man that walked behind him, he froze. He can still remember that long jet black hair that he always put up into a bun. Kit's whole body turned cold when he saw the man turned to the audience smiled. He's got some new tattoos, but Kit can still see the tattoo he had in Pagudpud. It was a Mandala design at the back of his right arm.

"Please, let's welcome the famous football star Los De Mexer'!” I announced , the hall became tense at once while all heads turned backward to see the opening door. Stepping into the hall, a young man looking handsome in his black tuxedo suit, walks towards the stage. Immediately, the camera's flashes increased tremendously. “Please step forward, Mr Los De Mexer!” I said when he reached the front of the stage.

He yawned sleepily while sporting a bedhead. "Why did you come home so late, Jules? I've been waiting for you for a long time." I could tell that he was wearing Julius' shirt. "I called you so many times, yet you never answered the phone. I was this close to calling the police, you know." The man rubbed his eyes as he spoke. He completely ignored my presence. "Well, now that you're home, hurry up and start cooking. I'm starving." After that, he walked back into the bedroom.