Paranoid Supermale Novels & Stories

"Return." The group began to leave, a group of people carrying large mirrors, a group of people walking on two sides. The man is walking in the middle, his figure is tall, and the suit on him makes him even more powerful. The gun on his side seemed to move with every step of its owner, silent but extremely scary. King Ivan coldly stepped into his big black business car, his face in the dim light became more and more deadly. He reached out and unbuttoned the two buttons of his shirt, his chest inside was enchantingly strong.

I just stared at him, unable to say anything. He introduced himself to me and after a very lengthy conversation I learnt that he was the leader of the group he called 'the Rebel'; That their planet had been taken over by The Force, a group that overthrew the government, killed almost everyone of them with supernatural abilities that refused to work for them and enslaved other citizens. The Rebel was formed to identify those with powers and bring them such that when their numbers grew big they would rise up against the Force and reclaim their land.

So my hands have a mind of their own. “This is a good girl.” He smirked, seeing me obedient. Ahh, I hate him but I can’t even do anything. “Be ready for the second round of the second tier.” The narrator’s voice came suddenly, making me scared to the core. I held Aaron’s hand tighter at the thought of those scary holograms. What if the second round has something more scary. I breathed continuously.

I tug the waistband of his pants down. His cock springs free from his boxers standing proud, and erect. Oh my goodness. It's huge, and thick. Will this even fit inside me? “I will make it fit.” he grunts as if he was hearing my thoughts. His fingers wrap around my throat, pressing down slightly so I am not choking. He leans over his face directly in front of mine, he trails his thumb over my lips. I take a sharp breath as he takes off my singlet with only one hand, twerking the nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

The four men were preventing people from crying and speaking in their own strange language. One of them was screaming and speaking broken English, now he was grabbing people's mobile phones and belongings. "Gaming Euro Mobile" Now he was standing at the head of them screaming and asking for a mobile phone from both of them. The boy took the mobile phone out of his pocket. Now he had put his hand in front of Azfarin. Azfarin reached the bag with trembling hands. He snatched the bag and moved on. Azfarin slowly turned her head to see the boy sitting with her face turned red with her lips parted.

Upon your triumph, you will be blessed with a superpower personalized for you! [Future is the new mankind!] Glorious words delivered by an emotionless voice, mixed with buzzes like from an old landline. And the landline falls into absolute silence with the last word barely landing. Meph opened his eyes slowly so they could adjust to light. A worry in vain. Surrounding him was pitch darkness. Even the presumed old landline was nowhere in sight as if it never existed. He had no idea where he was.

She walked into the room to see the man just standing there and staring at the table. “Sir”. He looked up to her and he just stared. “State your business”. Now was the time for her to choose her words carefully. “My friend was possessed by Tresicta” she began. “Pardon?” “Her name is Clara. She’s Savan and Tempan and she took me to the museum and well….she touched a picture and now she's a host for her consciousness. I don’t know”. “This Clara of a Supernatural, you said she’s Tempan?”

Although not large, the value of the order was enough for him to feast on. "You can accuse me of selling the money machine all you want, but I hate it when prices are suppressed like this." Marcel stared at the sheet with a displeased look. "Ah, soon you too will find ruin. Just threatening me and wanting to wash your hands if something happens?" He chuckled. "We'll see who drowns and can't save themselves."

She's too smart to stick around, unlike me. Suddenly, the sound of Malik's phone ringing makes me jump, nearly making me drop the grate I had been holding in my hand. "Rylan. Hey," I hear Malik say. Rylan, I know that name. The Alpha of Purity...It does make sense that the Alpha of Love would be in contact with the Alpha of Purity, since they share a lot of the same Pack values. But did this esteemed Alpha of Purity know of what Malik used to get up to with all those women who came out to news reporters? I really hope that stays in his past.

A ringing sound is echoing in my ears and I start to feel dizzy. "Woah, easy there." A male voice is heard. I was placed back onto the bed and everything fades away. Squinting my eyes to see I notice a manly figure in front of me. I couldn't make out the appearance by the darkness but I noticed that he has long fawn hair that reached just underneath his eyebrows. And tattoos everywhere with a slit brow. It seems his eyes were a darker shade of brown with his cream-white skin. "Cyrus?" I questioned my voice coming out dry. "How are you feeling?" He asked.