Superman Ain't Got Nothing On Me Novels & Stories

The dashboard opened, revealing bundles of banknotes. She stopped and looked at him incredulously. “Fuck! What are you? Some sort of Mafia ?” “That's irrelevant,” he took out a fat bundle of cash.” This is twice the cost of that piece of junk which you were driving. Take it.” He waved the bundle towards her. Lisa wasn't sure if she should take him seriously or not. “Who are you? Superman?” He chuckled, and one corner of his mouth turned up in that amused smile he'd been wearing off and on all night. “I prefer Batman. I don't think I can pull off that atrocious red and blue leotard.”

I laugh and say, "Ha-ha Let's go. We have the get-together at Ava's and we have a party to attend tomorrow and we need our beauty sleep before the Dinner and Gala." We open the door and sit inside. While she is busy starting the car engine, I switch on my bluetooth and connect it to the speaker and start playing Taylor Swift's latest album. We drive away, singing loudly and jamming to the song. I roll down the window, allowing the cold wind to enter. I look outside, admiring the beauty of my neighbourhood and I repeat to myself that everything I achieved is definitely due to the hard work I put in. I couldn't help but think to myself,

For reasons she couldn't define, Lexi felt that pleading was the only language it really understood. As she turned to her right, she noticed the television screen had come alive with a storm of grey static. A scene from a movie was playing, a film she'd watched a few times because it featured two of her favourite actors—Jason Statham and Brad Pitt. It was the scene with Vinnie Jones. One she thought of as 'the big balls,' scene. As she watched the movie, she became part of the scene and remained in the land of Snatch until she woke up.

So when Axton nails my prostate and bobs his head I let the intense wave hit me, and knock me over. With my mates name on my lips.

If we did not keep things under control, Liam might make a huge mess of that apartment in his wild state. I let out a big sigh of relief and started planning my next business move. After being quiet for so long, the system beeped at me again. [There's something wrong with the guy from the last mission.] Annoyed, I put down my papers and said sharply: "Disconnect me from this system now!"

Only monsters did that. “Bravo, Paul Jackson!” Darius said smiling coldly, giving Paul a fake round of applause. “You deserve an award for the best liar here… Because this was a great story… But, you see, you and I both know it’s nothing but a fabrication. I’ve always been right here. Always! If you’d truly wanted to find me, you would have. You are after all Paul Jackson… With your limitless fortune and resources, nothing you want can be out of reach.”

"Gale" Amber City, the vibrant and contemporary capital of the nation, stands as a testament to modernity. Amidst its bustling streets, the urban dwellers embrace a lifestyle of opulence, indulging in abundant forms of entertainment and thriving industries. This expansive metropolis, adorned with affluence, unites a diverse populace under its grandeur. The ordinary day. "Ahhhh!!" The sound of a superpower scream could be heard at the end of the hall.

She tore a piece of a baguette off and dipped it into the sweet water fish stew as they spoke. “Well, I like to spend occasional afternoons playing video games. I like watching cartoons on Saturday mornings, especially Scooby Doo reruns, and I often d******d jokes on my phone and read them during boring business meetings.” Sandra thought of this handsome man in an expensive three-piece suit, reading one-line jokes. “I just realized I don’t really know much about you.” “What would you like to know? Ask me and I’ll tell you anything.” Sandra took a sip of her tea and thought about her answer.

"That's a double negative. But yeah that was pretty f*cking hot. I can't believe I missed out on all of that sh*t with Sarah. Like, I knew I was missing out, but...I was still getting p*ssy, you know?" I grin and nod. "Yeah. I get it. So, don't settle for another starfish." "I won't. Thanks to Kelly Whitmore, I have seen the light." "Hallelujah!" I shout. He laughs and I pull up to my job. "You at work?" "Yes." "I guess I'll let you go, then. Talk to you tomorrow?" "Yes, ofcourse. Maybe this time you'll actually be able to tell me you f*cked Asian Beauty."

Jeez. We stopped at a bay near the mall, the cool breeze blowing, so I hugged myself. He put his jacket on my shoulders, and I muttered my thanks, to which he responded with a smile. “I bought you this, that’s why,” he said, and I looked at him, seeing him take out a small box from his pocket. I couldn’t help but smile. It was a gold bracelet with different kinds of flowers, but what caught my attention was the green centerpiece. “This is kryptonite, Superman hates it. It makes him weak, he couldn’t do anything.” I didn’t understand why he was telling me this; I already knew.