You realise this shit is why Bancroft tried to have you killed.
She looks naturally, effortlessly badass, where I look like an idiot dressing up in some weird quasi-military X-Men cosplay. Dani and I are both dressed in black jeans and navy singlets with our Cute Mutants logo on the front. She’s a telekinetic with a metal arm, a body that’s almost as deadly as Wolverine and, for some unfathomable reason, is in love with the ambulatory trashpile known as Dylan Taylor, aka Chatterbox, aka me. Shouldn’t that take away gay points? Dani is codenamed Marvellous and co-leads the Field Team with me. Where I’m slouched to the point of almost collapsing out of my seat, she’s sitting perfectly straight. Dani sits beside me, looking irresistibly beautiful. Maddy grins at me, because she finds banter endlessly entertaining. I’m not getting involved in your dick-measuring contest. Technically, she’s also undead, but we don’t talk about that because it’s rude. She’s also a mutant, codename Sourpatch, who turns food into a highly toxic stomach acid. She has blonde hair in a pixie cut and lips painted a virulent green colour. Her bodyguard leans against the window, looking out at the street below. Maddy, make her take those boots off, Gladdy says. On the other drawer, I don’t like to incur the wrath of the boss, unlike some people of my acquaintance and. There’s something satisfying about the solid feel of a chunky heel. She regards me from remarkably pretty brown eyes and brushes long, glossy curls out of her face. It makes her an excellent CEO and a shitty boss. Except where my power is communicating with ordinary objects-like the desk who’s burbling away to itself about the many things it contains-hers is psychically identifying someone’s weaknesses and ruthlessly manipulating them. Her name is Gladdy Quick, aka Fetch, and she’s a mutant like me. The CEO of Jinteki Research Laboratories glares from the imposing leather chair behind it. So this is my life: I’m sitting in a swanky office with my big fuck-off boots up on a massive wooden desk. For more information, address: or by by Gladys Qinĩ78-8-9 (Kindle) For everyone who’s still becoming who they truly are CHAPTER ONE No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without written permission of the copyright owner except for the use of quotations in a book review. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.Īll rights reserved. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
CUTE MUTANTS VOL 3: THE DEMON QUEER SAGA SJ WHITBY
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