Bad Monkey Reviews Novels & Stories

BOOTY CALL; The name flashed on my screen, and with a grimace, I tapped on the screen. "Are we still up for tonight?" The text read, and to my surprise, all I could do was groan in disgust and frustration. Literally a week ago, this text would have sent a rush of blood to my cock, hardening me instantly as I looked forward to our therapy sessions. But not all I could do was stare at my phone in disgust, as I detected my reply;

Oh the bad moon that was still two long weeks but it was already messing with his head, along side his inner horny wolf. {E} Roman! {R} What? {E} Stop making her look so hot in my head! {R} Now why would I stop, when you already feel like f^- {E} Roman! Stop, she's underage! It's not going to happen! His horny wolf calmed down and knew he'd never dare cross her panty line if she was underage. For the time being, Roman knew he'd had to lock himself up due to the bad moon approaching, because he had a bad feeling, he wouldn't be able to control himself around her.

Just as he got there, Shawn knew who the madman wanted to spend his money on this many people. Standing at the table holding up a beer bottle, Adam babbled and laughed. Some of his friends forced him to get off the table, but Adam refused. He was so drunk that Shawn doubted he was serious about giving away free beers, but none of his friends stopped people from getting beers. So maybe it was confirmed that Adam had gone mad.

I was just in that kind of mood, “Sarcastic?” As always, he ignored me, turning the laptop round to me. “This laptop is completely separate to any of our systems, nor is it connected to Grace’s new laptop. Whatever is on that USB we will be able to detect.” I scanned the screen, looking at the complicated lines of code, meticulously self-documented and clearly executed by a professional, “You wrote a program to detect any malware, from scratch?” “Is that so hard to believe? I had to work my way up from somewhere. I am the CEO of a technology company,”

He said it in an extremely serious tone. "O-kay Dad!" I said but inside my mind, I already said a few cusses. I knew what Dad is going to say and I can no longer reason a way out of it. *** Black's POV "Black I'm so dead! I can't escape anymore!!!!!" Mich complained. She is here in my room this early morning just to complain. "What happened?" I asked confusedly because I haven't heard any explanation since she came in, she just rants and voices out how her life is doomed.

If he got tired, he would stop his hand because he was afraid that the cutter would slip due to sweat in his hands. "Di Kope Kom Di Kope Koom" "Heads are coming. Heads are coming." A black man came screaming. Now all the other men were holding people's necks and bending down. Xavier quickly hid the cutter. He had a concussion in his neck. And the neck was down, and in front of it were many men's feet. "War on Hill Begasi" "Where is all the stolen goods?" There was a squeaky sound. Maybe he could understand only a few words. He was asking for stuff from the rest of the people.

I keep going back and forth. "Find anything to watch?" "No. Any suggestion?" I raised my eyebrow as he took the remote from my hand. "Hm… how about," "If you’re suggesting a horror movie, I’m going back home." He rolled his eyes. "Fine. Ever watch peaky blinders?" I shook my head. "Let’s watch that. It’s a great series." "I didn’t know you like to watch."

He complicated my dad; petting him on the back. “Can we go now?” My Dad asked; his eyes frail and bloodshot. “Not until I check if the box is intact.” “Skylar!” He thundered “Yes boss,” answered one of his men. “Check if the box is intact.” “Okay boss.” Skylar flipped the case open; for a while he stare at it with wide eyes and the muttered, “Boss, half of the box is loaded with cool cash, while the remaining half is littered with change.”

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"Spit it out! Where is that bastard? If you refuse to tell me, I'm going to sell you at the black market auction. Let's see if you're still going to keep him a secret or not! "As for that bastard, as long as he's still here in Sicil City, I swear to god that I will find him, and I will chop off every inch of his flesh and feed it to my dogs!" The cold barrel of the gun was pressed hard against my temple, but it was still a thousand times less cold than the chill of disappointment I felt in my heart. Just then, a fierce, angry voice sounded at the door. "You've got quite the nerve, Fabio Lopez. I am that 'bastard' that you speak of.