Romans & histoires The League Of Regrettable Superheroes

he bristled, tugging a sharp smirk of annoyance on the edge of his mouth. Alpha Leo threw a sharp glare on me, perhaps scanning the trenches on my chest or just disgusted with my situation. I saw how his human pupils were completely consumed by black, hardly gritting his teeth while his sharp fangs grew. He looked back at Laurent, fist clenched while his black fur surging. Probably thinking how strong Laurent was to take down a Roswell in just a split second. Man… He wasn't that strong. I gave him an opening for some personal reasons. My instincts told me to smirk as my gaze flicked at Laurent, “His fast and smart, especially his massive regeneration. Don't play games with him.”

"The League?" "Yes. You might as well get used to the name. My friends, Viscount Sheridan, Baron Lennox, the Duke of Essex and the Marquess of Rochester and I are sometimes referred to by the society pages as the League of Rogues. We adopted the title in jest, but it seems to have stuck." "So this enemy, he wishes to destroy this League?" Linley asked. "Yes." "Do you know who he is?" Charles gave a slow nod as he looked down at the body covered in the cloth. He had a wretched feeling deep inside that Muff was the first casualty in the war that had been simmering for years.

“No, wh-what does it mean, Lex?” “It means… we’re back in business, BABY!” She hops around like a hyperactive pup in my mind. “Lex, this isn’t funny!” I look at Cason’s worried frozen face. “Bronx, I know this is really crappy timing, but I need you at Cason’s shop right away. Like… now.” I open a mindlink and speak rapidly. Wait. How the Hell do I even explain this? “Reggie and Milo too… and probably Psyche… And Arrow? He’s a love expert, right? Delilah and Leticia might be helpful too? I don’t know.”

"You're a long way from the baseball diamond." Jake’s eyes narrowed, a flicker of irritation crossing his features. He wasn't used to being kept seated while someone else held the floor. "The diamond is a memory. I'm here because my doctors are idiots and my physical therapists are cowards. They tell me I’ll be lucky to walk without a limp by Christmas. And I don't plan on being 'lucky.'" "And what makes you think I can change that?" Jake leaned heavily on his cane, his knuckles turning white. "I’ve followed your work in Zurich. The striker for Chelsea? The one who was supposed to be in a wheelchair? He’s back on the pitch. You did that."

my mom said, stretching out her hand with a food flask in it. “Thank you, but I won’t be needing any of that right now,” I said politely. My mother nodded as she stepped back. I could see the sad look on her face, but I didn’t care anymore. After everything they had done to me, she suddenly wanted to play the role of a good mother. “Huh, some people think they are better than others now because they are parading themselves as doctors and have forgotten where they came from. Who knows if they are real doctors or quacks?” Annabel said, smiling smugly at me.

"Please. Wake up. Look at me. Just open your eyes." Liam stood against the wall, arms crossed. His lip was still swollen from the fight. He watched Marcus with cold eyes. "Pathetic," Liam said. "Now you care? Now you weep? Where were you when she begged you to believe her? Where were you when you told her the shadow sickness was fake? You are a healer. You should have seen the truth." Marcus did not answer. He just held my hand and pressed his forehead to my cold fingers. Sebastian came last. He walked into the room slowly, his Alpha presence still clinging to him like a cloak. He looked at my covered body and laughed. A short, sharp sound.

Before Frank could speak, Moxxi answered, "We know our chief very well even if others don't. The only difference between him and superheroes is the red underwear, and it's only natural he refuses to allow any nonsense to happen where his light touches—right, dear leader?" Frank rolled his eyes at both Moxxi and Jada—those two could really be a handful on occasions. Hana Pearce came up just then. "Superhero? What superhero?" "Exactly the one you're thinking of!"

“You want a place? Who the hell do you think you are?” He didn’t stop until Joanna had completely miscarried. But as a result, the company’s shares plummeted even more, and Jack ended up behind bars for intentional assault. Meanwhile, Cameron never stopped offering his blood for my medicine. When I refused, he would secretly do it anyway. Blood was the foundation of vitality. The boy who had once been full of energy now had sunken eyes and was nothing but skin and bones. Knowing the mistakes he had made in the past, he didn’t dare to face me.

They told me they watched a super hero movie the previous day after lessons, so I'm assuming it was inspired from there. “I already have a power,” I teased, resting the marker on the table. “The power to make you all do your arithmetic homework without complaint.” Laughter rippled through the room. “No, like seriously,” Wayne insisted. “Like real power. Flying, or super strength, or turning invisible, or something as cool as reading minds.” I pretended to think deeply. “Hmm. Reading minds might be too noisy. Flying sounds cold. Maybe… healing.” “Healing?” Nia asked, tilting her head.

“Leah, pride will blind you. Do not despise those who rise. The Howlers Pack is not the same as it was. Lucas is not a man to laugh at. You will regret it if you continue like this.” Leah’s lips curved into a bitter smile. “Regret? The only regret I will ever have is if you try to tie our name with theirs. Imagine, father, our proud Sauna Pack tied to a pack so low. The whole world would laugh at us.” Glint’s hand tightened into a fist. He was fighting to keep calm. “The whole world would not laugh. They would see wisdom. But you are blind to it.”