Pumped Up Kicks Genius Novels & Stories

My childhood friend and I had built a company together for seven years, and my proprietary algorithm was what kept the entire business running. However, his new girlfriend started targeting me the moment she joined the company. "Why does some nobody in data deserve 80,000 dollars? All you do is plug things into templates and run a few programs. Your salary is cut to 2,000 dollars from now on. You'll only handle basic data processing. I'll take over the core model." My childhood friend said nothing, silently allowing his girlfriend to rip me a new one. When I noticed that, I didn't argue. I simply agreed to the pay cut. A week later, the company's regular clients saw their conversion rat

Kevin POV The same night, I was busy practicing really hard in the basement of the Cave. Yeah, a Cave is always underground but this is an underground of an underground. After practicing hard for good three hours I started flaming in fire and I guess that is a result of the anger and hard training I was practicing with. "Learn the second kick" I heard the voice of Dynamic Baby in my head. "That will give you an upper hand over Ryder in your fight" She added "How can I do that?" I asked.

The human traffickers sold me to a remote mountain village when I was young. My parents spent a fortune searching for me and even offered a massive reward for my safe return. They finally found me when I was 16. My parents and three older brothers held me in their arms and wept. After that, they did everything they could to make up for the sixteen years we'd lost. I had more designer clothes than I could ever wear, more luxury handbags than I could ever carry, and a place at an elite private school. On my first day, my oldest brother tied a rosary he'd personally prayed over to my backpack. My second brother bought me the latest phone. My third brother patted me on the shoulder. "Valeri

fierce? Hayes, on the other hand, was laughing. "That's more like it." He pulled off his leather jacket and tossed it onto a nearby chair. He rolled his shoulders. "I'd hate to let you have all the fun." Then he charged into the fight. He grabbed one of the men from behind and pulled him backward. The man stumbled. Hayes kicked the back of his knee and he dropped instantly. Hayes grinned. "Too slow." Nova glanced at him. "Don't get in my way."

“What happened to your cheek?” “She sucker punched me. I didn’t even see it coming.” Jessica felt pretty ridiculous, actually. If she hadn’t been so worried about Sed partying like a rock star, she might have blocked her attack. The lead singer of the opening band, Kickstart, staggered out into the hall from the dressing room. “Whaz… whaz goin’ on out here.” He blinked hard and opened his eyes wide when he noticed Sed. “Ah, it’s bloody Sed. Right-o. Only got yerself two honeys tonight? I got a couple… hic!… a couple to spare if yuh need s’more.” He leaned against the wall and let his dark eyes drift up and down Jessica’s body. “I’ll trade you ten of mine for this one ’ere, though.” He belche

I stare at the banner till my vision blurs. Then my hands quiver as claws rip through my palms, and my bones groan with the shift. I step forward, a balloon squeals and bursts near my feet. And then, I lunge. I tear the banner down with both hands, shred it in two. “FUCK!” Another balloon pops underfoot. Streamers fly across the room, I launch a chair against the wall. My claws rip the edges of the table, it groans as it crashes into the floor, the cake follows after.

As Patty would train him, “Build up to three, kick at two.” Take a stab at a new thing. He kicked the lower part of the pack with a vertical kick as he pushed his foot ahead, lifting it. The pack swung when he drove his knee into the side. The kick will wreck them, regardless of how enormous they are, and a knee to the face as they fall will keep them from rising. Patty didn't contend.

I tore her pants within seconds, and I started praising her pussy with my tongue while sucking and nibbling her pussy. Soon she came really hard, and I licked her pussyjuice off her. I removed my dick, which was now hard, and I brought it close to her pus before inserting it in her well-lubricated pus. I kept on thrusting into her with a slow pace while taking my time to reach her limit, and I could feel my dick hitting her womb.

Even if memories of an asshole I was too pissed to name kept rattling around in my head. Okay, plan failed. Just ten minutes after my resolution to have fun, a throbbing headache started behind my eyes, pulsing in time with the bass thrumming from the speakers, so I shoved through the gyrating bodies on the dance floor to the bar, ordering a glass of water so I could cool off. As I waited to be responded to, my phone buzzed in my pocket, vibrating against my thigh. I yanked it out, half-expecting some team bullshit on the group chat, but the screen lit up with a notification from Smashr. DickenDatBooty. My lips curled into a bitter smile. A part of me wanted to give this all up right now and

“Both hands. I want you to feel every kick while I fuck you.” I did palms spread over the tight curve. He pushed inside me slow at first, letting me adjust, then deeper, harder, the wet sounds lost under the distant bass. Another kick stronger this time hit right where he was buried. “Fuck, Lila,” he groaned. “Your stepdad’s baby kicking while he’s balls-deep in you at a festival. You’re such a dirty pregnant slut and nobody knows.” I sobbed his name both names coming again so fast it stole my breath. The kicks kept coming, like the baby was dancing with us. He followed right after, hips stuttering, filling me while he held the bump too, whispering every filthy promise against my neck.