Bad Guy Lego Ninjago Novels & Stories

with a smirk. “If you think you can do better, by all means,” Matt says, gesturing to me and getting off the mat. “Alright baby girl, let’s see what you got.” He comes and takes Matt’s place and I find myself smiling. He has no idea what he’s getting himself into. We start the round and, as I suspected, Cade lunges straight at me so that we land with me on my back and him on top of me but he doesn't have any kind of effective control on me so I flip him to the side and spin myself so I can lock onto his leg with my legs and stick him in an ankle lock. He only struggles for a few seconds before tapping out because those hurt like hell.

It was orange crystal as big as human head when touch it glows. “This is evil and you use it for your evil purposes,” said Connor angrily.

Alora's Pov "Chris!" I hiss as my body stiffens under the sharp, blinding spike of agony shooting up my heel. Hopping on one foot and clutching my toes, I glare down at the culprit. It's the jagged, green plastic dinosaur. Of course, it had to be the one toy designed like a medieval weapon. “Fantastic,” I mutter, teeth clenched. “Nothing says career fulfilment like being taken out by a seven-year-old’s weaponized Lego collection.”

He launched to Remy, pushed him against the car. Remy jerked out of his hold, remained calm. “I was part of that. I left before you hit someone, and people who have watched that had witnessed that I wasn’t there anymore.” “You can’t get out of this. You will go down with me, Larkin.” “Don’t threaten me, Adrian.” “If I can’t come to you, I will come to the people you care about, including that bitch!” The moment he spat the word bitch out, he made my impending anger blaze so hot.

She just glanced at the two people who visited Shawn as if they weren't important enough to get her attention, and then her gaze stopped at Shawn. The guy was different from his two friends, who looked like homeless people. Shawn, minus the scars on his face, the piercings in his ears, the tattoos on his arms, or even his long messy hair, Jocelyn was sure he could still look neat and classy. His skin was bright and clean. His body is also tall and proportional. His facial structure is excellent, could even say handsome. Well, maybe it was also due to mixed races because usually, mixed-blood didn't look so poor when they really were. And Jocelyn was sure Shawn wasn't pure Indonesian, judging

They already took her. Logan's phone rings. He quickly put his fingers on his lips, motioning me not to talk before answering. "Listen carefully," a voice says on the other end. It's cold and menacing, sending shivers down my spine. "You know who this is?" the voice asks. "Gideon from the Jade Brotherhood," Logan says grimly. "Ah, you are smarter than I thought." "One of your dogs left a little red souvenir at my place after burning it down, so it doesn't take rocket science to figure out it was your handiwork," Logan mocks.

She's a damn MILF. I usually enjoy fights, but I hit to end it, so I can go home with Paige and our son. I'm blinded, fists fly at me and the other idiot doesn't even manage to touch me more than a couple of punches in the stomach. It's easy money for me, and before I know it, my wraps are stained with blood, and I stop attacking. That's it, it's over. From the other side of the gym, Apollo raises his finger at me and a stack of bills that we split in percentages.

I braced myself as another rogue lunged at me, his jaws aimed for my throat. I twisted, managing to evade his bite, and struck him hard with a swipe of my claws, sending him reeling back with a yelp. The rogue regained his footing, growling low as he prepared to attack again. But before he could make a move, Jerry lunged from the side, catching him off guard and tackling him to the ground. I watched as Jerry's teeth sank into the rogue’s shoulder, his grip unrelenting, until the rogue went limp beneath him. The remaining rogues hesitated, their snarls faltering as they took in the sight of their fallen comrades. I could sense their fear, their uncertainty. They hadn’t expected this level of

I turn to glare at whoever interrupted the class but am surprised as I don’t recognize the face. “Yes?” our teacher raises a brow. “New student,” the guy holds up a pass in between two fingers as he moves further into the classroom. The girls already begin to swoon over his ‘bad boy’ attire consisting of black pants, white v- neck, and the famous leather jacket and combat boots. He scans the class for all I can think of to be new prey and I glance down and begin the assignment the teacher now wrote on the board.

He casually talks about his friend serving as his errand boy and then leans closer, catching me by surprise and making me aware of the fact that he is still very much half-naked, “Do you want me to get you another one? I love gifting my friends, you know that better than anyone else.” Mischief burns bright in his eyes. Not the look I’d hoped to see but I’m not even surprised that nothing ever catches him off-guard. Okay, he won. One thing I can’t ignore is how devastatingly handsome James is. That is perhaps another one of the things(asides his brilliance)he has in common with Nora; that gorgeous face that houses striking blue eyes, a straight firm nose, full lips every teenage girl would di