Overworld Chronicles Books 1-2: Sweet Blood of Mine & Dark Light of Mine by John Corwin
Authors: John Corwin
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Children's Books, Fantasy, Fantasy & Magic, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Children's eBooks, Paranormal & Urban, Science Fiction; Fantasy & Scary Stories
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had only eyes, ears, hands, and now tongue for my grocery store Aphrodite.
Large hands grabbed me and jerked me mid-kiss off my simmering Amazonian love princess and deposited me a few feet away. I spun, disoriented and stared at the large black security guard responsible for ruining my romantic moment with—with—um, whoever that woman was.
"You two gonna have to leave if you keep that up," he said, crossing his arms and giving me a no-nonsense look. Behind him stood a group of horrified onlookers, mainly old people and moms with young kids.
"Mommy, what's that in his pants?" asked a little boy.
I opened my mouth to say something but the sheer mortification of what I'd just done froze the words in my throat. I was also keenly aware of what exactly was in my pants and fighting to get free for my horrified audience. I spun around. The woman I had just been dry humping was scurrying away, shoulders hunched.
I took her cue and grabbed my shopping cart. My face burned but I decided to push on and not let a little bit of exhibitionism ruin my quest for healthy treats. Besides, I was famished. I left the gawkers behind and pushed onward to the produce department.
It became evident after a few seconds that I could still sense and smell that alluring feminine odor. It tugged at me whenever I passed by a woman. Attractive women, mainly. The older or uglier they were, the less magnetic the smell became although it was never disgusting or repellant—they all had similar desires, wants, and needs crying for release, imprisoned by lazy husbands, worthless boyfriends, and loneliness. But I ignored them the best I could and got the heck out of there before I went porn-star on one of the cashiers.
My mind raced as I sat in the Jetta and tried to figure out what was going on with me. It wasn't puberty. I'd already grown hair in all the right places and my voice had changed from a squeak to something resembling a nerdy baritone. Whatever had happened to me had started last night. Or maybe it had started when Stacey tried to suck the life force out of my eyeballs. I wasn't about to start looking for her again even if she did have answers. In fact, I was kind of scared to go back to the same gym. Of course if I saw her in there, I'd confront her in front of everyone so as to avoid a repeat molestation. Maybe that was what I should do. Then again, a girl that powerful might just mind-rape everyone and make us her little bitches.
Unfortunately, Victoria was expecting me to show up in a few hours. Vampire mistress or not, I had to go and figure out a way to convince Stacey to cough up some answers. I drove to the hardware store and looked for a toilet. It was all I could do to resist the copious number of hormone-laden women obviously flaunting their femininity in sweaty, baggy work clothes and flooding me with hot lusty desires.
Or maybe that was just me and my new phase of hyper-puberty.
I couldn't sense their thoughts so much as feel the sexual beasts lurking behind the civilized façade people wear in public. I grabbed the cheapest crapper I could find and rushed to the front of the store with it tucked under my left arm. It was only when the attractive Asian cashier gave me a startled look that I realized how odd it must look for a chubby kid to be toting around a heavy toilet one-armed without breaking a sweat. In fact, it hadn't even occurred to me that the toilet must be something heavy.
Despite her confusion, a part of her grew aroused by my display. Vaporous tendrils of feminine allure hung before me, waiting, wanting, begging. All I had to do was—
"No!" I shouted and scared the crap out of the poor girl. She jumped a foot back from me. "Uh, sorry," I said and pointed at my ear. "Teeny tiny Bluetooth headset. Idiot brother. Really rude, I know." I paid and got out of there.
I cooked up a quick stir-fry at home while Dad snored fitfully on the couch. He'd apparently returned home while I was out and reeked of stale
Large hands grabbed me and jerked me mid-kiss off my simmering Amazonian love princess and deposited me a few feet away. I spun, disoriented and stared at the large black security guard responsible for ruining my romantic moment with—with—um, whoever that woman was.
"You two gonna have to leave if you keep that up," he said, crossing his arms and giving me a no-nonsense look. Behind him stood a group of horrified onlookers, mainly old people and moms with young kids.
"Mommy, what's that in his pants?" asked a little boy.
I opened my mouth to say something but the sheer mortification of what I'd just done froze the words in my throat. I was also keenly aware of what exactly was in my pants and fighting to get free for my horrified audience. I spun around. The woman I had just been dry humping was scurrying away, shoulders hunched.
I took her cue and grabbed my shopping cart. My face burned but I decided to push on and not let a little bit of exhibitionism ruin my quest for healthy treats. Besides, I was famished. I left the gawkers behind and pushed onward to the produce department.
It became evident after a few seconds that I could still sense and smell that alluring feminine odor. It tugged at me whenever I passed by a woman. Attractive women, mainly. The older or uglier they were, the less magnetic the smell became although it was never disgusting or repellant—they all had similar desires, wants, and needs crying for release, imprisoned by lazy husbands, worthless boyfriends, and loneliness. But I ignored them the best I could and got the heck out of there before I went porn-star on one of the cashiers.
My mind raced as I sat in the Jetta and tried to figure out what was going on with me. It wasn't puberty. I'd already grown hair in all the right places and my voice had changed from a squeak to something resembling a nerdy baritone. Whatever had happened to me had started last night. Or maybe it had started when Stacey tried to suck the life force out of my eyeballs. I wasn't about to start looking for her again even if she did have answers. In fact, I was kind of scared to go back to the same gym. Of course if I saw her in there, I'd confront her in front of everyone so as to avoid a repeat molestation. Maybe that was what I should do. Then again, a girl that powerful might just mind-rape everyone and make us her little bitches.
Unfortunately, Victoria was expecting me to show up in a few hours. Vampire mistress or not, I had to go and figure out a way to convince Stacey to cough up some answers. I drove to the hardware store and looked for a toilet. It was all I could do to resist the copious number of hormone-laden women obviously flaunting their femininity in sweaty, baggy work clothes and flooding me with hot lusty desires.
Or maybe that was just me and my new phase of hyper-puberty.
I couldn't sense their thoughts so much as feel the sexual beasts lurking behind the civilized façade people wear in public. I grabbed the cheapest crapper I could find and rushed to the front of the store with it tucked under my left arm. It was only when the attractive Asian cashier gave me a startled look that I realized how odd it must look for a chubby kid to be toting around a heavy toilet one-armed without breaking a sweat. In fact, it hadn't even occurred to me that the toilet must be something heavy.
Despite her confusion, a part of her grew aroused by my display. Vaporous tendrils of feminine allure hung before me, waiting, wanting, begging. All I had to do was—
"No!" I shouted and scared the crap out of the poor girl. She jumped a foot back from me. "Uh, sorry," I said and pointed at my ear. "Teeny tiny Bluetooth headset. Idiot brother. Really rude, I know." I paid and got out of there.
I cooked up a quick stir-fry at home while Dad snored fitfully on the couch. He'd apparently returned home while I was out and reeked of stale
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