Superman Got Nothing Novels & Stories

I said calmly, "Well, you're rich now. You should be giving me money, not taking what little I have left." Joseph snickered. He yanked off the couple's necklace we bought and stomped it underneath his foot. "I knew it. You're leaving me just for money. You ran off the moment I got hit with the heart attack. If Teresa hadn't donated her heart to me, I'd never have gotten this far!" He kicked the necklace away. "I want you to lose everything you have." The people around us gasped. The patients and nurses were giving me looks of mockery and disdain. I picked up the necklace and dusted it off.

“What? Yeah—yeah, just keep driving. We’ll need to swap cars, grab new clothes, and—” “Why didn’t you stash everything in this car?” My tone sharpens, disbelief cutting through. “I didn’t think this through, okay!” he snaps back, running a hand down his face. “You think prison breaks come with a fucking manual?” I grit my teeth. He’s right, but that doesn’t make his lack of planning less infuriating. Orbot lets out a short, shaky laugh behind us. “You sure make a good fugitive boss.” A smile tugs at my lips for that and for the first time tonight, I almost agree with him.

My dad had obviously not gotten the memo because not only had he fired Brantley, but he’d also refused to pay him the money that was still owed. Ten point five million dollars. Which grew to a hundred million because my dad didn’t know how to swallow his pride and pay up like a good boy. Now that I knew more about what was going on, I was pissed off at my dad. I had worked as the CEO of this company for seven years after he’d died, not knowing that there were people out there who needed to be paid, that there were wrongs that had to be righted. My dad had gone down as a hero in that plane crash, and he was sorely missed. But it turned out he might have been a colossal dick.

“The guy on the front looks familiar. Is this the Iron Man?” “Yeah, he is a superhero, but he has no real powers...just money. So, he built a suit to fight the villains.” I started to put the MCU movies on her bookcase in order. “There are some people who say that Ironman is just a rip-off. Because he has no powers, he is just filthy rich....” “Like Batman?” Samantha asked before looking very confused and deep in thought. “Yeah! Exactly!” I was excited, “you know Batman?”

“It's expected of billionaires these days to be a superhero. If you don't fight crime, you lose status.” “That actually makes a lot of sense,” Mia replied, nodding. “Who is Bill Gates, then?” “I don't reveal other superheroes' identities,” Carter told her. Then he glanced around as if someone might be watching before leaning over to whisper. “He's actually Superman. How do you think he came up with the idea for his computers? They're from his home-world.” “Things make so much more sense,” Mia said. “I've always wondered about that. How is it being a superhero?”

Funds that were supposed to be use in other projects were all used to achieve the cache, and now he needed a breakthrough or else the company will crumble in his hands. “ Good morning, Boss!” Kenneth greeted in a calm tone, wearing a white long sleeve inside and a black suit. It was expensive, Austin could tell it way more above his paycheck, but that didn't matter now. “ Where are we on the lawsuit?” “ I just spoke to the lawyers, they will be here soon, but we have other problems at hand” “ And what is it?” “ 30million that was supposed to go into the new project is missing!!” “ What do you mean it missing?”

“Ow… poor child… So, what about your parents? They can give you money to afford a good place, isn’t it?” “I don’t have any,” not knowing Mr. Roger hit a soft spot, which shouldn’t be touched. “Ah, sorry kid,” he dialed his phone again to call his coworker to ask if he found any place or not, his face showed ‘No good news’. He stared at Ryan to say, “He didn’t find. I’ll call you when we find some place. Until then. Good day,” he patted his shoulder, leaving him in the street as he went on his way.

He beckoned to Smith with the same smile and said, “So, Smith! I heard you’ve just finished filming a sci-fi movie, where you’re some kinda unstoppable superhero in it. Wow, so cool, bro! Can I see how cool and invincible you are in real life?” Smith shivered at the sight of Zayn’s smile. He felt his hands turning cold, his lips began to tremble, and his legs began to quake. Never had he ever thought—even in his wildest imagination—when Kenneth would be so easily defeated by Zayn despite the former’s exponential growth in power. Worst of all, he lost so easily! “G-God, M-Mr. Larson, I’m sorry, I know I was wrong! This is my fault, I-I-I will never cause any t-trouble again!” Smith was reduce

Nasty. "Tony, what th-e fuck is tha-at?" He looked at him in half amusement, half disgust. "Oh! Your voice sounds better! Probably from the potion Superman just shot into your ingrate mouth! Be grateful for Superman, kiddo! He's the face of DC!" Tony said, way too matter-of-factly. "Then the-y don't got many to choose fr-om." Dillon snorted. "Can it, brat! You're just mad 'cause you gave Superman a fistjob!" Tony waved him away with a smirk.

Rachael and Damian raced forward, their hearts pounding as they watched Jamal teeter on the edge of a fall. But just before he could hit the ground, Jamal managed to catch himself, landing on one knee instead. He quickly popped back up, dusting off his pants with a proud grin on his face. "I’m Superman! Nothing can hurt me!" Jamal declared, puffing out his chest like a little hero, his eyes sparkling with a mix of triumph and childish innocence.