Poptropica Superpower Island

Sam and Junior are normal teenagers, childhood friends and cousins. One day whilst they play, they happen to cross by a very enticing fruit. Their lives takes a huge turn when they consume it Later on they realize they are just as powerful to save the world from the oppressing army, The Force

"Did you just lie to me?" He asked in his lowly yet furious voice. She felt shivers running down her spine, as her heartfelt sinking. She tried to speak but couldn't find her lost voice, but she knew if she keeps him waiting, it could be dangerous for her, so she shook her head in a 'no'. But unfortunately, it was not convincing enough as he approached her, making her take a step back. Smiling sadistically at her whimpering body, he towered her. He licked his dried lip, sensing her fear and lowered to her level, purring in her ear, "On my lap, baby doll." ~ 𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃| 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐎𝐑| 𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 ~ LOONA, University of Heros was established by dark Queen herself, in order to protect the super-powered kids, until and unless they are capable enough to protect themselves but others as well. The school was known for its powerful attire and not only providing students with high-quality facilities or topmost security but also helped them use their powers as the elementals. Saving herself she, recognised as a psychopath, dominated the whole super-powered school, alone. But what if she gets someone from her competition? Will she be able to save herself from the darkness of the universe? Especially when he himself is interested in getting the girl? 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: This story not only contain sex scenes but also have BDSM and DDLG elements. So VANILLA readers QUIET the story RIGHT NOW!

In the first year I was brought home, the phony heiress Viola Baker suggested a trip to Gold Island to build a sisterly connection with me. My fiancé, Jeremy Abbott, had joined us to ensure our safety. However, they ended up amassing significant gambling debts at the island's casinos. In a bid to flee, he abandoned me on the island as a hostage, vanishing without a trace alongside Viola. The casino staff restrained me, poised to unleash their wrath upon me. In my frantic struggle, I glimpsed a phone number labeled "Island Owner" on the leader's phone screen. "Could that be the number of my brother, who had cared for me for more than a decade?"

After a plane crash, I found myself on a deserted island. I had no knowledge of wilderness survival, nor did I have a Swiss Army knife. I started with nothing but my bare hands and a delicate woman by my side. The harsh nature, the despicable survivors, the savage primitive tribes, they all want me die? Be it nature, witchcraft, or elves, watch how I rebuild a civilization on this deserted island.

Thousand years ago, the great and powerful city of Atlantis existed in all its full glory ok Earth. Today, Atlantis is but historical ghost and the only remnant of the myth of the lost Nation is a girl called Ava.

Year XX26 when a plane had gone missing. No one has heard from it since then. Search parties were called off and passengers were declared dead. People tried calling out to them through their phones. They hear it ring but no one answers. Nathalia Trayce's father was on that plane and she's determined to find out where or what exactly happened to him; by going to the place that her father was suppose to go. Hoping to find more clues, she boarded a plane passing through the Pacific Ocean when an unexpected thing happened; their plane crashed and they suddenly found themselves in an underwater land. The Atlantis, where they found out that they were responsible for the missing planes in order to save them from the government. At least, those who posses Atlantean genes - a superior gene that help improve their physical and mental abilities. But why can Nathalie hear the thoughts of sea creatures - an ability that is suppose to be for Byron, who's the said reincarnated demigod? Trained by an Atlantean general named Skyr, and learning that her ex-bestfriend, Trei, was actually one of the Atlantean rebels. Nathalia had to choose which side to take. Or in her case, who to believe.