Laure Part 1: Verdict of the Vegan Judge by charleun, literature
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Laure Part 1: Verdict of the Vegan Judge
Hellish house - Laure – Part 1: Verdict of the Vegan Judge
Laure didn't even pretend to treat it like a game.
She acted like it was a legal sentence being carried out — cold, merciless, inevitable.
She stood over me in the corridor, still wearing her running gear: short black athletic shorts and a grey sports bra soaked through with dark patches of sweat.
Her skin glistened under the overhead light — pale, veined, the body of a machine that existed only to win.
"You know the rules," she said flatly, voice like ice cracking under pressure.
"No negotiation. No delays."
I nodded weakly. Speaking wasn’t allowed anymore.
Without another word, Laure sat down heavily on the wooden bench by the door, crossing her legs with sharp, mechanical precision.
She kicked off her battered running shoes with two brutal flicks.
The smell exploded into the hallway instantly: thick, heavy, feral — old sweat mixed with wet rubber and the sharp, acrid edge of a body that ran fifteen kilometers without a
The Flexecution Part 2: Meet Tiffany LaRue by KeisonKingu, literature
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The Flexecution Part 2: Meet Tiffany LaRue
Berlin had never fully healed.
Neon veins pulsed through cracked concrete. Holograms flickered where trees once grew. Sirens echoed like lullabies. And atop the 99th floor of the "Krieghaus UltraGym" in Sector 9, sweat was currency and muscle was scripture.
In the locker corridor of the women’s prep room—walled in gold-tinted smartglass and aggressively polite motivational quotes—stood Tiffani LaRue.
She was four feet of concentrated danger. A platinum-blonde thunderbolt forged in perfume and privilege. Her tiny frame glistened with ambition and spite.
Her outfit—if it qualified as such—consisted of a skimpy metallic pink sports bra and black spandex shorts that could legally be classified as a suggestion. A golden choker hugged her neck. She laced up black leather boots that looked suspiciously custom, threading each loop with the drama of a crown prince prepping for war.
Her hands, though—those were real. Scarred. Taped. Built for speed.
Her short, messy hair had clearly defied
The City Of Heroes and Reincarnations: Act Two by Robot-Boy-1995, literature
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The City Of Heroes and Reincarnations: Act Two
Episode Two:
“ALRIGHT LADIES AND GENTLEMAN!” Present Mic announced, her voice clear and full of energy. “WELCOME TO THE SPORTS FESTIVAL! THIS FESTIVAL WILL CONSIST OF FOUR PARTS: THE TEST OF SPEED! THE TEST OF KNOWLEDGE, THE TEST OF UNITY AND THE TEST OF STRENGTH! THESE TESTS WERE DESIGNED TO PUSH, BREAK, EXCEL AND ENCOURAGE THE HEROES OF THE EVER COMING FUTURE! AND…WHILE ATTENDING THIS TOURNAMENT, INVENTORS AND SUPPORT GROUPS WHO ATTEND UA ACADEMY WILL HAVE OPPORTUNITIES TO MEET AND DISCUSS PROJECTS WITH BUSINESS DIRECTORS AND SO MUCH MORE!”
A girl with pink hair approached Deku. “You there!” She said, “I want you to help me with my babies!”
Edwin and Bakugo nearly fell out, “WHAT!?” They asked
“DEKU CAN’T BE A STEPFATHER YOU DUMBASS! HE STILL GETS HIS ALLOWANCE FROM HIS PARENTS!” Shouted Bakugo
“AND HE’S 14! YES! HE’S LEGAL, BUT DAMN, IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SPORTS FESTIVAL?!” Edwin added
“Not those kinds of babies!” The pink-haired girl replied, “Not yet-Ahem, I mean my babies!
“Well boys, looks like we’ve netted quite the catch today!” the burly, bearded man in the yellow raincoat guffawed as he inspected the seated figure before him. “Little Peggie Burke decided to come chomping at our bait. Anything to say for yourself, sweetheart?” “Mmmmmrrffff!” the college-aged girl moaned angrily as she thrashed in the chair she was tightly bound to. Her mouth was stuffed with a rag and covered with several pieces of duct tape. Peggie’s strawberry-blonde hair, cut in a shoulder-length style with prominent bangs, swished as she struggled, as did her jade earrings. Her outfit of choice was a denim jacket and mini-skirt, over...