Paranoid Supermale Novels & Stories

You idiot! A frantic Xzavier, who had just shoved his wallet and car keys into a pocket in his pajama pants, stepped back in horror as he stared into his girlfriend's bright green unnaturally glowing eyes. All he saw in them was a deep hunger. Right before his eyes, Xzavier’s girlfriends shorts and underwear were torn into pieces as her legs morphed together into a long, slimy, dark blue fish tail. The baby started to cry even harder once Xzavier’s girlfriend started crawling towards him and the infant's crib. Xzavier drank in his girlfriend's new monstrous features; a maw full of sharp, dagger-like, teeth, gills on top of her collar bones showing through her wet tank-top, her tail, and long

" I clung to her hand, stopping her from making the call. She gave me a pitiful look. "Your parents mentioned you had to drop out of school for home rest because you had a severe delusional disorder. Now, I can see how bad things really are." She continued dialing the number, but Eason charged forward and snatched the phone from her. Then, he dropped it in a bowl of soup. "What the hell do you know? You're all her parents' accomplices! You guys are the crazy ones!" He shoved Ms. Cornell to the ground and grabbed my hand. "Let's go, Allie!"

With the stealth of a burglar and the heart of a Bollywood heroine, she slipped the speaker inside the shoe rack just beside the door, aimed the sound upward, and turned it on. She opened her phone, went to her “MORNING CHAOS” playlist, and tapped play. Suddenly, at 6:00 AM sharp, the entire upstairs room erupted with a full-volume: 🎶 “Jai Jai Shiv Shankar! Kaanta Lage Na Kankar!” 🎶 The bass shook the windows. She ran. Barefoot. Laughing. Anklets jingling like rebellious bells as she disappeared downstairs into the kitchen, where her sleepy mother sipped chai and muttered, “This house is cursed.”

About six months into the apocalypse, both my mom and I had discovered some serious powers. Mine? I could hear my dad's thoughts—yes, only his. In an apocalyptic world where survival hinged on brute strength, this ability was as useful as a screen door on a submarine. The only upside was that I became his personal translator. But my mom? She struck gold. She developed super strength—and not just the run-of-the-mill kind. Her entire body mutated. She went through a second growth spurt, and now she was almost seven feet tall—tall and built like a tank.

“VVIP suite. The guy’s already paid the full amount upfront. Said it’s for you. Your name’s on the ticket.” I froze. “I don’t do private sessions, Marcus. You know that.” He shrugged. “I told him that. He didn’t care, still paid.” His brows furrowed. “With a very fat tip, too.” Maya looked up from her mirror, her lipstick half-done. “Who’s the guy?” Marcus smirked. “Tall, blond, expensive suit. He seemed pretty quiet, didn’t say much. Looks like trouble, if you ask me.”

5 Yours Truly, Kat He could figure out what most of the note said. I had an amazing time. I want to see you again. I hope you understand. Please call me. She had definitely left her phone number. It meant that she wanted him to find her. She had wanted more. The fear that she was married or uninterested evaporated as soon as he saw the note. Unfortunately, he had no way of telling her that since he couldn’t read her phone number.

Khalid hasn't been there because he loves her, but because he wants me as a weapon for his revenge. What exactly did he want to get revenge on? I found myself asking so many unanswered questions. No one could give me the answer to this. After thinking for a long time, I try my best to empty my stomach so maybe I can eat something. But it's obvious full, filled of thought. thought that has no answers. even though I couldn't get myself to eat something. I need to get my things; I need to move everything that belongs to me from his room. Atleast to avoid his ranting this night. I can't handle it whenever he shout at me, nor can I stand up for myself. I don't know why I have such low self-este

I didn’t know what they wanted to do. “ what do they want? “ I asked Sedrick who only grunted. I thought he wouldn’t reply to me till he started talking. “ I don’t know if you remember what or whoever you are, you’re a rare kind of wolf called a supernatural, according to history, mating with you would make a male alpha wolf stronger”

Overnight, Bianca went from being the national pride to the vicious sister everyone cursed. Benedict and Malinda fell seriously ill under the double blow of shock and shame. After finally realizing how terribly wrong they had been, they began searching for me like mad. They arrived at Stillwater Creek and found their way to the shabby convenience store. When Henry saw them, he dumped a basin of cold water straight over them. "Get out! Monsters like you aren't welcome here!" Malinda was utterly soaked and disheveled, but she dared not protest. All she did was weep and plead, "Please let us meet Leo. We know that we've messed up, and we're really sorry!"

No doubt, it will become a place for wounded people from the underworld to seek treatment without the risk of embarrassing questions from the feds. As for Santo, we're not sure what's wrong with him lately. His mood swings are increasingly violent and strange. Sometimes we can see him smiling like a happy jerk, then suddenly, he goes into a black rage and breaks everything in his path. Fortunately, he is always careful to control himself in the presence of children.