Superman Ain't Got Nothing On Me Novels & Stories

Enzo replies, trying to make him understand. “But I can take care of her. I'm Superman!” Zeke exclaims, raising his hand in indignation. He pulls the short sleeves of his shirt up to flex his flat bicep. I chuckle at the same time Enzo does. Our eyes meet. That same shiver runs through me, and I look away. “I know you're very strong. But right now, your mum doesn't need a superman. She needs a hunk.” I gasp, my eyes widening as I look at Enzo. Did he... Did he just say hunk?

"Oh shhhh. That's just a small bruise. You can't tell me you felt pain from that." "Hey, I am not Superman, okay? I'm just a human being." "Oh, yeah. Superman is more handsome," I joked. Damien's eyes narrowed. "Excuse me, lady, what did you just say?" "I said Superman is more—" My words got cut off by him tickling my side. "Oh my, Damien, stop!" I said, his touch sending me into a hysterical fit of laughter. "D-Damien, stop," I squealed while gasping, but it seemed I was prodding him to do more.

However, at this moment they were shooting furtive glances at Damian. Damian, being oblivious to this, smiled at me. "Would you like to join me in a game of darts?" "Oh, so that was what you were planning. Sure, I'm pretty good at this so don't be scared, boss." I smirked as I took the darts from Damian. "Mind your words, Ms Trent. I am not called master of darts for no reason." He said, his eyes bright with mischief. His suit was untucked and he looked every much like a bad boy. Just older. I smiled. This didn't scare me at all. I'll totally trash his ass at this. "Bring it on."

He was the equivalent to having a TikTok star speak to you. But it wasn’t his swagger or jeans that had us gawking. We saw him every day from afar. It was the direction he walked—straight toward us. His letterman jacket hugged him tight. He was the only person that made the Superman colors look good. Well, besides Henry Cavil. That man could make Barney colors look delectable.

He grinned when he looked from one eye to the other. Can’t he get a hint that I don’t want to talk to him? “Awesome! Can you teach me how to swim? My dad told me that Superman knows how to swim, so I think I should learn to swim too. So that when I grow up, I can save people,” he said proudly. I didn’t know how to tell him superheroes weren’t real. But I did anyway.

She stated seriously. "Why the fuck do you always get away with everything that you want?" "I'm Blair Kuznetsov. I always get what I want." She said proudly.

"If only we had a shot put or something… You'd be able to throw with the force of a bomb." My mom didn't refuse and started picking up stones herself. Deciding it was safer to avoid the highway for fear of retaliation from the group, we decided to get off the highway. After walking a few kilometers, Ashton suddenly took my mom's hand with a serious expression and apologized. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Olson. I lied to you. I'm not an ordinary person. I'm also a mutant, and my ability involves having an alternate space."

I say, “Clark Kent, Darkseid… and Batman.” She smirks. “Batman because he’s rich?” “Yes,” I say. “Rich and powerless, but somehow has all the power.” She laughs. “I get it.” “Do you want one?” I ask. She scans the table. “Can I get that one of Jubilee?” I blink. “Not Rogue?” She shakes her head. “No. Jubilee.” “Fair enough.” By the time everything’s bagged, my arms are full. “This has been a day,” I say. “About five hours of bliss.”

"It wasn't just strength, Damon. It was like you were enhanced somehow, like you were on steroids or something superhuman. I've seen what real strength can do to someone who can't fight back." The reference to my marriage with Max made Damon's jaw tighten with anger, but I pressed on. "When Max and his friends hurt me, I always assumed it was because I was smaller, weaker, because I was a woman trying to fight off men who were bigger than me. But Morrison was larger than you, heavier, and you handled him like he was a child having a tantrum." "I drink a special protein shake," Damon said, his lips quirking up in what looked suspiciously like suppressed laughter. "It gives me superpowers."

Justice then tries to hit him with JumpStart's stun batons but he swings his arm and knocks her back. While the batons drop to the ground, Ms. Justice is sliding along the ground. Pushing herself up, she sees Metal-Man standing over her. Raising his foot, he stomps on Ms. Justice. "Hey," I scream, using my super speed to run toward the metal man. "I don't have my sword, so I must fight without it." Jumping and wrapping my arms around the metal man's neck, he screams and tries to pull me off but I hang on. I punch him over and over on the head, trying to knock him out, but I can't. His metal skin is too strong.