Baki Cracking His Neck Novels & Stories

So I raised my hand, stuck out my finger, and gently poked him on the arm. “Nikon,” I repeated, scratching him lightly this time. Then I did it again and again, slowly starting to shake him. “Nikon,” I said, my hand still on his arm. I noticed how puffy and muscular his biceps were, with veins poking out. Since he was not wearing a shirt, I could really feel his muscles. He was under the covers with one arm out. I shook him again and he grunted. “What? You keep saying Nikon. What? Go ahead.”

Crunch. Boots on gravel. Outside. "Thalia!" The scream tears through the ravine. It is raw. Animalistic. It is Drakon. He sounds like a man tearing the world apart with his bare hands. "I know you're down here!" he roars. Nikos stiffens beside me. He presses the gun barrel against his lips. Shhh. "He's crazy," Nikos whispers to me. "Listen to him. He's a rabid dog." "He's looking for me," I whisper back.

I asked looking at Kris. “Ahh...take her please.” Kris whimpers, handing me to Bahm that walked up to our side. His soothingly, hot flesh came and scooped me up from Kris’s arm, while I held onto his neck. Bahm automatically groans and tucks his face into my neck, inhaling my sent harshly. Feeling the vibrations leaving from his chest and throat. Kris hisses loudly, “by the way, you broke my collar bone” he then drops to his knees.

CRACK. Plastic and glass shattered everywhere, skidding across the floorboards, the screen going dark instantly. Nico ground his heel down onto the broken pieces once, hard, just to be sure it was dead, before looking back up at her. His chest was heaving slightly, his nostrils flared, his eyes burning with a mix of fury and betrayal. “So this is what you do now,” he said, his voice low, deadly quiet, vibrating with tension. “Run off in a hurry. Tell me it’s an emergency. Tell me you need space… just to go see your little boyfriend.”

We ate in stretches of silence broken by small, ordinary questions. “Pass the salt?” “Is this stale?” “Did you sleep at all last night?” It helped. The normalcy. No glowing light, no humming bond, just three people chewing and making faces at each other when the cheese turned out too sharp. Eventually, Ronan pushed his plate away and pulled a small leather-bound book from his belt. He laid it on the table between us. “What’s that?” I asked. “Anchor,” he said. “You two keep using the word. So I made one.”

The older man stood up, a hand clenched hard against his neck that was pouring out like a waterfall. He stalked towards me as I started to sit up. Jeremy pulled his leg back, readying to kick me. I let him think he had the upper hand and waited for his limb to come towards me. My hands shot up, grabbing him and twisting until a sickening crack filled the room. He dropped to the ground, letting out a shrill cry.

The stranger's face froze, his eyes widening in stunned silence, as Baekhoon’s razor-sharp logic dismantled his accusations. The stranger's face reddens, fury and desperation mingling as he splutters, "How could I possibly put my own wallet in someone else's jacket?!" Baekhoon nods thoughtfully, his calm demeanor a stark contrast to the piercing intensity of his gaze. "Oh, indeed... you're rational, aren't you?" His voice drips with subtle sarcasm. His eyes gleam menacingly, like a predator sizing up prey, yet his serene facade remains intact. I watch, mesmerized by Baekhoon’s masterful manipulation, my heart racing with anticipation.

“Dare you to stand between me and my one true love?” I throw a croissant crust at his forehead with perfect aim and it leaves a tiny trail of powdered sugar imprint right in the middle where he claims a person’s third-eye is. “I do dare.” I reply, grinning. Akio begins to crack his knuckles slowly and menacingly like someone getting ready to wrestle. “I’m hoping it’s not my croissant you’ve formed an emotional attachment to?” Bibah says, interrupting his knuckle-cracking endeavors. She shifts her pile of paperback novels from left to right so the space on the table between her and Akio is empty.

Who stayed quiet as if thinking. "Why you little bitch!" Brittney stood. "Our pack isn't lacking, it's been better without your fat ass there holding it back!" She said, smirking evily. I smiled even when I seen Bane tense he was about to say something but I spoke first cutting him off "hmm I see.. well.." I lifted my shirt up to just under my chest. I ran my finger down my perfectly toned stomach.

I do not like how much I do not understand right now. I was not the only one struggling to process the moment. The entire room had fallen into a heavy, suffocating silence. It felt like the air had been sucked out of the office. The only sound was a faint, grinding noise. I glanced over and saw Barnabas. He was gripping his own glass so tightly that his knuckles were white. His jaw was locked tight, his teeth clenching with enough force to snap bone.