What My Quirk Novels & Stories

“This section is the best! Come on, let’s try a few!” Nora hesitated. “I’m not really good at these things. I’ll probably slow you down.” Jodi gave her a playful pat on the shoulder. “Relax! It’s just for fun, not a competition. Look—there’s an ‘Anime Trivia Challenge.’ You’ll be fine. You know more than you think.” They walked over to the trivia booth just as the host announced the next question. “In Naruto, what’s the main character’s signature move?” Jodi frowned in thought, but Nora leaned in and whispered, “Rasengan.”

“You were creating operatives.” Kier nodded. “Not just operatives. Ghosts. People who could disappear, change identities at will, infiltrate governments, corporations—anywhere.” He shrugged. “Your parents didn’t just uncover the project. They were a part of it.” Ayesha felt the floor shift beneath her. “That’s a lie.” Kier tsked. “Is it? Think, Ayesha. Have you ever wondered why you’re so good at surviving? At fighting? At becoming whoever you need to be?” He smiled. “It’s in your blood.”

Paige paused, looking at Sierra in surprise. Sierra continued, "I know Grandma can be harsh, but that's how she's always been, right? Grandma knows she was wrong now… and Paige, we're both a Quirk. The Quirks are our support, our safety net." Paige responded calmly, "Sierra, I understand where you’re coming from, but I can't meddle in Chris's work matters. I don't understand it, and I think if Chris doesn't want Dad in the Flower Bay Project, he must have his reasons."

Deciding silence was the better option, she waited for her turn. When it came, she tumbled into the room, nearly tripping over the threshold. Mr. Bradley, perched behind his desk with his usual ridiculous reading glasses balanced at the tip of his nose, greeted her with an amused smirk. "Please come in, young man," he said, sipping his tea. "Thank you, sir," she rumbled, adopting her best “manly” voice. "And your name?" "My name? I’m… uh… Patrick. Patrick Smith, sir."

"You idiot Quinlee! maybe he thought that you were the pillow he hugged last night! I whispered to myself and I slapped my face. > < ZIK'S POV I used to hug my pillow often when I go to sleep because I find it more comfortable. so, I was surprise when I heard a shout coming from my pillow. "Uhm...wait! How come that my pillow learns to talk? It is just a pillow and not a human being. Tss." I said at the back of my mind and still have no plans to wake up when suddenly someone kick my ass and seconds after I found myself on the floor. >_< . . . "The F*ck!?" I gave her a death glare. "What the f*ck did you do?!" I asked in anger. "Eh, what the fuck are you doing !? Eh, you're the one who's so c

“It feels like you always know things about me, do you have some sort of way to tell my emotions? Or smell my pheromones even with my scent patch on?…” It’s like once I start, I can’t stop the questions from pouring out. There are so many weird discrepancies in Miyamura’s physiology that I disregarded because I felt I didn’t have the right to ask. But now that I have a bit more leeway with him— I’m going to ask about everything I can. “And your grip too! What exactly are your bones made of? How much can you lift? Can you bend iron? Can you lift a car? Can you crush one?…how— ”.

I said, trying to act calm. He shrugged. “Uncle Qing is cool. I want my daddy to be like him.” A blow. That was something I was never going to forget.

“You put me in the second group? That makes zero sense!” Kade groans under his breath. “Quinnie—” “No,” she cuts him off. “Explain it to me because I graduated from kindergarten, so I can't follow the logic.” My eyebrows lift, and I have to choke down the laugh that jumps from my throat. I haven’t been around many submissives, but Quinley is demolishing the assumptions I may have had about sweet, docile natures. Maybe it's all the brain rot from the fantasy books I read, but I never really imagined them being so fiery.