Pumped Up Kicks Genius Novels & Stories

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.

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Take me by the tongue and I'll know you. Kiss me till you're drunk and I'll show you. All the moves like Jagger. I've got the moves like Jagger. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> The orangette knew the song was probably loud enough to exacerbate the enforcer's concussion. He also knew that Gunner wouldn't care. Not if his antics got Khyle's attention, and not if it pissed him off, which it did. It was all about getting a reaction from Khyle. And damned if it didn't work every time. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

Her eyes welled up with frustration as she pulled out her phone and started dialing Zac's number. ... At that moment, Zac was hanging from the ceiling, being whipped mercilessly. He howled in pain, sounding like a pig being slaughtered, thrashing around helplessly. When his phone suddenly started ringing, it felt like the light at the end of the tunnel. "Sir, please—I've got money! Just let me answer the call, I'm begging you!" Zac pleaded over and over. He couldn't take it anymore. Kian shook out his sore hand with a grimace of disgust. "You're a grown man, yet all you do is bully women. Who gives a damn about your filthy money?"

Caesar's gentle, loving voice could be heard from the clip, "I can never bear to hurt you." I wanted to watch it properly, but the video was suddenly deleted. After I left the bridal boutique, I returned to the company to collect my remaining personal items. As I walked past the pantry, I heard voices gossiping inside. "Did you know the woman trying to scam Don Lupino's money was discovered by the Consigliere and got kicked out by the family?” "She used to be the apple of his eye, but I guess she ended up losing to true love." The sarcastic words kept coming at me. I used to feel extremely hurt by them, but all I felt now was numbness. Those words no longer bothered me.

Whatever was going on, Mark tried to stay focused on the fight. A spark of hope recharged Mark when he knocked 2Pac off his feet a little. When Mark could see that 2Pac was off-balance, he lifted his foot, driving it into the metal man’s chest. The kick knocked 2Pac backward, but it didn’t knock him to the ground. After kicking 2Pac, Mark had that surreal feeling again. He went back to feeling like he was inside one of his son’s video games.

The clearly insane Crawford had simultaneously humiliated his entire family as well! Clenching both his fists, Yuvan channeled his anger into them as a gush of inner strength coursed through his body. With a giant leap, he prepared to land a roundhouse kick aimed at Gerald! However, though he was extremely fast, Gerald was faster. Raising his own leg, Gerald’s kick clashed against Yuvan’s! As the sickening crunch of bones filled the room, everyone stared wide-eyed as Yuvan was kicked back to where he had leaped from. Crashing into a stone pillar, Yuvan’s body had been flung back so hard that he ended up destroying it!

Coincidentally, Quack was there as well. Quack saw that Lucas had offered to show up on his own accord. Consequently, this made him put on an arrogant expression on his face. He even walked with pride. "Lucas, I really didn't expect you to seek your death!" Quack looked at Lucas arrogantly. Although Quack was a rich brat, his Genetic Talent was terrifying. He was the true top-ranked genius of East Base City, a Rank 8 Evolved One. Lucas smiled faintly, finding that Quack was way too cute. 'How dare he think that I'm here to seek death. I wonder where he summoned that courage to take my presence here in that way.'

I expect him to be awkward, maybe stumble through some embarrassing attempt at dancing that will give everyone something to laugh about. I'm completely wrong. The music shifts to something with a beat, and he steps onto the coffee table. For a second, he just stands there. Then he starts to move. And it's good. Really good. He knows how to dance, not like the awkward stuff most guys do at parties. His whole body moves with the music, confident and smooth. Like he's done this before. The room goes quiet except for the music. Everyone's staring as this quiet transfer student turns into something completely different. Something that makes people pay attention.

This time, I did not turn back, but I bit my lower lip hard enough to draw blood. I had barely taken a few steps when a text popped up on my phone. "Yvonne, you didn't manage to get married again, did you? What a pity. It's okay, though. You can beg Nathan to marry you again later. The eighth time is the charm, right?"