The Unstoppable Juggernaut Novels & Stories

Even unconscious in the dirt, he was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. I caught myself staring and hated that I did. Then his chest rose. Shallow. But it rose. He was alive.

Love pushes us beyond the boundaries. The Harbinger of Doom was a scary force and when he fought, there was no iota of fear. I felt helpless. There is no way I'd be able to control such a being. He was darkness personified, a being of pure darkness. He fought with the strength of all the hosts of hell combined. He had this dormant fire in his eyes, as though he was bored. I could feel his emotions and it was void. He was unfazed by everything. An unchained God of demons, an unstoppable force. I couldn't wrest control no matter how hard I tried. I was handicapped. He was so powerful, I was as insignificant as a bug.

"Okay, buddy, give me one second, and I'll get you a new bottle." I shift him on my hip as I balance his diaper bag, my gym bag, and the key to unlock the door to Quincy's apartment. He squeals and gets hold of my nose. "Yes, I know it's big. But it's not a toy." He lets go when his attention is diverted somewhere else as the door opens. "Here," I say as I throw everything on the couch and get him situated in his ExerSaucer. "You need to get some energy out. How about you bounce up and down for a while?" Sure enough, as soon as his feet hit the floor, he starts moving them as fast as he can. It looks like he's running without actually going anywhere. One of my nephews used to do that. It cra