X Freaks Novels & Stories

Why is she soo creepy? "Armaan!" I jumped at the voice. It was the director. I looked at him blinking. "The music is long gone. Where are you lost and why does your face looks like you saw a ghost?" He asked. "I did." "What?" "What?" I looked at him. "Nothing....um..." I sighed. "Can we please take a break?" "Ok ok." He said. "10 minutes." He announced and left. The Fangirl was still ogling at me. I stepped out carefully. So her smile was gone but her eyes were still there. She looked like a puppy now.

Naster looked at Xerxes with a confused look. “I-I don’t have a child” he exclaimed and vomited blood, his senses and rationality were back. “That woman fooled you, Vanessa Nims, Mother of Victoria Fangs, she fooled you and Lester Fangs. They were using you. They made you hurt your own child, just like what your father did to you. You used her as your means for revenge. How ironic.” Xerxes explained, looking at him with eyes filled with pity. “Sh-She is my daughter?” he asked in disbelief. “What have I done” the clear despair seems to have hit him right in the core.

“She’s young and she goes to school so she’s smart. Give it to her if she wants the name Euphoria.” And so they went on talking about my fake name. “Is that what they call you because you give your customers happiness?” The guy’s creepy grin brought me back to the doom of my reality. The immense fear resurrected in my chest. Before I could shiver uncontrollably, I hastily marched away from the crowd. Back in the narrow bathroom, I recollected my strength. In that small space that reeked of unsanitary utilities, the harsh flickering lights reflected and the noises of the club still vibrated, but to be away for at least a while is enough of a relief to me.

" How am I sure about this? you gave orders for us to be abandoned and left to die in action, how do you expect me to trust you on this again?" " Like i said the other time, it was a test for you to proof your worth. We're convinced now, so your next mission is what we're talking about now" Faceless said and I scoffed. He nods at Major Mark who cleared his throat and said " Paradise is an organization that's planning to make the world a better place by exploring scientific means of making humans have special abilities, like Metahumans. Enhanced speed, vision, reflex action and super strength." Major Mark paused looking at me as I listened with keen interest.

she glances at the bulge in my pants. "Oh, you’re definitely going to suck my cock, Kira." I rub her parted lips with a thumb. "Wear that lipstick I like tomorrow." Her eyes widen when understanding dawns on her. Did she think this was a one-time thing? I meant it when I said I was going to act out all those fantasies of hers as well as some of my own. ______ Shane’s text message arrives as I reach my car. [I found Grisha’s lackey.] It’s accompanied by the picture of a man stripped to his underwear and strung up the roof of Shane’s favorite spot—the container he prefers to call ‘purgatory’.

Completely full. “Fuck, she’s so tight,” Jax groaned, thrusting deeper into my ass. “Our perfect little whore. Taking two cocks like she was made for it.” Marcus rubbed my clit while they fucked me. “Come for us, Sage. Come with both our cocks inside you.” I shattered harder than ever before. My orgasm ripped through me violently. I screamed, body convulsing between them as my pussy and ass clenched around their cocks. I squirted around Marcus, soaking the bed while they kept fucking me through it.

It's all a recipe for creating obsessed stalker fangirls, and the reason that Alastaire's fans – or Alastaire's Angels, as they call themselves - are particularly aggressive and territorial over him. When it comes to fan numbers though, the most popular band member by far is Fable’s lead singer, Felix. Where Alastaire is sun-kissed and light, Felix is all shadows and mystery – his trademark longish dark brown hair, hazel eyes and vampire-pale skin seem to have half the girls in the world under his spell. The fact that he's rude, arrogant and unnervingly cold doesn't seem to matter to his legions of fans. Some girls like jerks. I'm not one of them. I love Fable, but that doesn't extend to eve

So freakn' wrong. The only saving grace of the moment when the thousand-legged, million-eyed, segmented body dropped onto her shoulder and scurried down her arm while she screamed like the most delicate of little girls? Joel flinched from the centipede too. Kendrick, the jerk, didn't bat an eye when he stomped it flat with his industrial combat boots.