Minus Pico Novels & Stories

Axel questions, “Why does that sound familiar?” “He’s your principal.” Myah laughs. “Principal P is an Abnormal?” He exclaims, “Although, I’m not really that surprised.” Sometimes it was hard to tell what he was thinking. “So, Cecilia, that means you have telekinesis?” She looks up at Axel and back at her sister, as if searching for approval.

Fighting back my laughter, I smile at William knowingly. "I must say. Maybe, I could pay whomever you are to keep us in the public eye. Since we don't have to pay for exposure ourselves it's so cost efficient." Next to me, August burst into a fit of laughter and Martin hurried to get him a glass of water. As he calms down, I shoot him a bemused look and he grins boyishly. This idiot.

When Agnes finished speaking, he turned to Riffen and said: - Riffen, I don't bring any money, can you help me pay? Riffen thought, because now there's no need to bring cash, they can scan the code. Maybe something as basic as this that Agnes didn't know. But perhaps because Riffen was too carefree and didn't think much, he nodded in agreement. He took out his phone from his wallet and intentionally dropped a bill, it flew into Doris's workplace but because she was issuing bills at the time, she didn't see it.

"Ten million views, Connie. You've got to be kidding me." I cracked one eye open. The room was bright, my phone was pressed against my ear and Hori's voice was already at full volume like she hadn't just woken me up. "It was just a peck," I said, my voice coming out hoarse. "Hori, it's literally not that deep." "TEN…MILLIONNNN."

They say it reads your arousal metrics down to the millisecond, syncs haptic feedback straight to your nervous system. My fingers tremble a little as I lift it out. I've been jerking off to p**n for months with the same tired scenes, same fake moans, and it's not enough anymore. I want to feel owned. I want something that knows exactly how wet I get when a voice calls me a desperate little slut. So I subscribed to the premium tier, the one they don't advertise on the main site. Full customization. No filters. No safe words unless I set them. And tonight I'm testing the default dominant profile they call "Apex."

My company let employees clock paid hours while petting the office cats, take unlimited vacation, and skip the time clock altogether. For a while, people called us a dream company. Then one of my employees posted online and accused the whole thing of being a kindness trap. He filmed the office as if it were paradise, but the caption told a different story: [Don't envy us. All of this was bought with our low pay and our youth.] The post went viral, and overnight, I became the fake-nice boss who bled his employees dry behind a mask of small kindnesses. The entire internet told my employees to run. Fine. I let them. I rolled out a new policy. Effective immediately, every flexible benefit

Isaac said seductively, causing me to cringe. Hayden's shoulders shook with silent laughter, and I struggled to hold back my own laughter as I looked at him. He clicked the VideoChat icon in the corner but kept the camera turned off. Soon, Isaac's face appeared on the screen. A smirk appeared on Isaac's face as he switched to his back camera, aiming it at his exposed erection. He gave it a pump, groaning, while Hayden flipped over and buried his face in my chest, laughing quietly. Despite the awkwardness of the situation, I couldn't help but join in the laughter.

Calantha worried, she said "Then I just leave it like this, don’t I?" Mary comforted, “Don't worry. Wait for another month and the signs will disappear completely. S-rank alphas can store temporary marks for up to a month, but low-grade alphas' marks only last for a maximum of half a month. I don't know if it's lucky or unlucky. And if you want to cover it, it's simple. In this era, science and technology have advanced. You just need to stick the patch, spray the antiperspirant on the Pheromones, then put on your incense bag and then you can go to work as usual. And be careful , okay."

But how? “Anyways, there's only one way out if you want your secret sealed and I can help you get out of the consequences that would follow, when Scorpion spills the beans “ Fiona offered. Jeniva gnashed her teeth . Scorpion? oh she even knows the nickname of that criminal? Well, that's too late. The idiot was already dead along with others. She chuckled softly and said “Looks like you're a little late. This celebrity is not afraid of anything because the dead can no longer speak” she boasted.

I wink. Inhaling a breath, I shut the door and head inside Quinn's house. Ice cream first. Pity party second. Anti-male chick-flicks third. ***