Pink Superheroes Novels & Stories

The bold black text with tiny sunglass printed across the front read: **Bad Boys Can Wear Pink Too. The silence that followed was deafening. Tarzan blinked at the pink hoodie as though he didn't quite understand it. Then his lips pressed together so tightly I could tell he was fighting for his life not to laugh disrespectfully. His shoulders trembled with the effort. I folded my arms, defensive. “If you don’t like it, just give it back. I love pink and I thought your wardrobe needed a little… color...but it's too pink for you anyway.” A deep, rich laugh escaped.

Amy couldn't believe Jonah Parker pulled her name out and now both of them were to work together. She felt the look of the other girls on her, and she knew it wasn't because they were happy for her. She was thankful none of them had laser eyes or she would be dead already, as all their looks were icy and somehow murderous.

A moment later, she had spotted the faces of Lucas, Cassie, Carmen, Marcus and Henry bundled in a group and who were they talking to. Jasmine frowned, getting a good look of the lightning-spangled superheroine, the Pink Projectile, clad in her signature pink suit. Right next to her was another figure Jasmine vaguely recognized—a tall woman with fiery red hair that matched with the suit that she wore. Who was she? Where had she seen her before? The two then turned and exploded in an array of scarlet and pink lightning, leaving behind the teenagers.

Koyala said. Everyone packed their bullets; laser bullets, and put on armors resembling those of the Force then headed out to Station Z. They wanted to disguise themselves as the Force's soldiers because getting in there was not an easy task. The place was locked such that no powers could work whilst one was inside. It made one with no fighting skills but with superpowers useless as it deprived them of that energy.

(Nikita's P.O.V.) It was the next couple's turn. We head down the stage to give them the spotlight. There were also ample amounts of people cheering for them. Actually, I believe they have more fans than us. I'm trying to figure out why these people love them so much. Because if you'd ask me, they are pretty average. Well, aside from the obvious fact that Pinky is the second most powerful Alpha female after Alpha Lucia, and that she's beautiful like the constellation in the dark night sky.

Look there, huh? - Of course I understand, Heitor", I pointed to the TV, "That one there, in the red and blue clothes is Steve Rogers, Captain America. The one that turns green is the Hulk and the woman ah, she is the Black Widow, there is also the Iron Man Tony Stark ... Even though I was 28 years old I was a superhero fan. I loved the whole universe of super powers, fighting evil and all that stuff. I want a power to end Miguel's race...good idea

She comes around the side of my desk so she’s facing me as she lifts herself up to sit on the edge of the large mahogany piece of furniture. “Hello, my love.” She returns my term of endearment with her sweet smile calming my somewhat frazzled nerves. Seriously, fucking vampires? “Yup, fucking vampires.” She says, picking up on my thoughts through our mind link. “How are Amber and Leia?” I ask, hoping our two little daughters aren’t too scared. “They’re fine.” Zella smiles, “they and the other younger pups are making Halloween decorations with some of the omegas. They’re probably covered in glitter at this point.” Ah, glitter. The herpes of the crafting world. Because you can never get rid of

Another part of my silent punishment. Across the deck, sprawled like a cat, my twin lounges on a pristine white sun chair. A wide-brimmed black hat shadows most of her face, and a sheer black scarf whips around her like a trailing ghost. She adjusts her oversized sunglasses—thick, jet-black frames that make her look like she’s peering through a pair of binoculars. Her skin is so pale it almost shimmers in the sunlight, a stark contrast to the olive warmth of mine. Whatever that creature is, we might share blood, but there’s no way we ever shared the same womb. I silently hope Jake didn’t tell her I nearly fell off the ship. I glance at him beside me, but all he gives me is that unreadable lo

“Go on.” Feeling a rush of excitement, I unwrapped the box, lifted the lid and once again, Les's surprise took my breath away. My eyes watered and I had to wipe them with the back of my hand to see the new set of panties Les got me. Not only were they in different designs but they each had a customized cartoon character on them ranging from, Winx Club, Totally Spies, Monster High, Pinky and the Brain, Disney Princesses, Marvel Characters and so on.

She kicked the innocent ground to express her annoyance as she put on the mask per command. Pink gnashed her inner wall while paying attention to any possible movement. Her power; flower attribute; had generously distributed across the entire area. From high to low areas. Any sudden movement created by those people could be felt by Pink. The flowers were some kind of nerve that alerted her but wouldn’t pain her if they were destroyed or cut. That’s how fair her power was. “Jenny!” Jenny shut her mouth when Pink gave a low warning. Pink peeked at the royal family and their relatives.