The Fabulous Life Of Killjoys Novels & Stories

“What did you just say to me?“ “I don't care. It's not like it's gonna be on me.” I replied aggressively, “You know, chemical fiber clothes don't even deserve to stay in the laundry.” “Pick up my clothes, bitch.” “Why? Because you're on a disability program grant?” Stella stares at me with wide eyes, itching to stretch her false eyelashes and stick them in my eyes. “You're going to regret saying that.” The three girls watching the show gather around, a mafia do-gooder, maybe a female version of the Russian mob.

"Or have you been grooving some African pussy, Malik?" "What the fuck, man?" "What? Heard they are sweet to be buried in, you know, thick thighs to wrap around your back, tight pussy and all that pink nestled in brown, worth dying for." Jordan watched his six feet two tall brother, all masculine in his power suit, pump the air with his waist in demonstration of a worthy fucking and he couldn't get over how hilarious that looked. For the first time since JoJo walked out of the room, he managed mustering up a smile.

The last year when she was a freshman at Superhero High, the school asigned to her by the Hero League, she had to dress strictly in the uniform provided whose color mainly consisted of black and the category of hero one belonged to. Now, the categories and rankings were two different things entirely. Categories depended on one's skills like for instant now; The Jornins; they were good at anything technology, creating it, breaking it, fixing it....most of them were smart. They were extremely intelligent and their code color was green. (That's a category color.) Then we have the Wintex; These were the gadget experts, only that they never invented the gadgets. They were used in attacking oppo

My father, distracted at work, fell from a high structure and died on the spot. My mother, unable to endure the loss, drank poison in front of our graves. Timothy never found out the truth about his parents' deaths. With the support from Rachel's parents, he built his own company, staying together in love with Rachel for the rest of his life. Fragment after fragment drifted past me, until finally, I saw the very same floating comment that had once warned me about the poisoned test paper. However, there was no malice in it. Only warmth. [Congratulations, Jessie Love. You've escaped your destined death. From now on, live well.]