Batman นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Marcus Harlan.” A client’s voice fills the office. They talk about revised projections. While Marcus speaks in an even tone, his thumb moves on the remote. The plug starts again, a slow, steady pulse. I press my lips together. The vibration sits right against the sensitive spot inside me. My clit throbs in time with it. I stay silent.

Batman Borges was silent but it was different with Alessia she looked brave and spoke saying ; "Forgive us for disturbing your sleep Mr. Bat. Here we only hitched a ride to take shelter from the rain outside until finally we could be here" said Alessia. The creature just laughed : "HaHaHa HaHaHa" laughed the Bat Demon then said back "Good boy, my name is Kelong. You are very fortunate that the queen has called you and invited you to enter the road on the left, but your friend, let him keep waiting here with me," said the bat whose name was Kelong.

After a while, he sighed. "My real name is Lucian Quentin Ross". His cold voice broke the silence. I raised my head to look at him. Shock evident on my face. "My dad is Damien Ross". He continued. A small gasp flew from my lips, my eyes widening in surprise. I've heard of Damien Ross. He was one of America's biggest and most wanted drug lord. Ignoring the look on my face, he continued.

Bruce was annoyed. Ever since that day, Klick has been going around as if he had completely lost his mind. The blind bat was batting his eyelashes everywhere and asking about Carlos. Everyone on the campus probably already knew about the beta stalker boy who was smitten by the cheetah man whore. It was irritating and no matter what Bruce did, Klick wasn’t listening.

his deepened voice said behind the cape. "It really is you!" "Yes! It is I! The Batman! Now go to bed boy! Your mother will be worried!" The boy happily laughed and left, but Ray realised, that kid was the target of these six foul fangs, making him angrily stomp the ash he stood on, he was deeply glad he got them powedered before the boy saw them, he would have had nightmares for sure, then, who the hell was Batman anayway!? Next on his agenda, his green eyed wolf. Ray leapt up to a roof and scanned, he heard the breaths and pants of that familiar voice, and her scent confirmed it.

"It's preferable to go home." Afterwards, we put our shoes and immediately head to his bike. We came to the beach on his big sleek motorcycle. It's an amazing black Kawasaki Ninja with some prominent white outlines. I was afraid to have a ride on this beast at first, but I trusted Eren though he tried to scare the hell out of me by burning up the road like grease lightning.

He comes fast, his little feet running to meet me despite the close distance between us. “What's your name?” I grin, peeking down at him. “Preston,” he says, smiling back at me. “That's a nice name Preston, and a very cool costume or are you really Batman?” I whisper, pretending to look around for wandering ears. Preston giggles, his head shaking. “Alright,” I shrug. “So Preston, I'm looking for someone. A little girl, Karla or Viviana.” “Umm, I don't know Viviana but I know Karla's, the pretty one and the other two ones.” he giggles.

He places his hand inside his left jacket, taking out his reading glasses and placing them back on his face. He makes his way inside the building towards his dorm. At the entrance to his stairway awaits his childhood friend Brandon. A young boy who is the total opposite of his. Brandon is known by most people. He's popular and outgoing. Dark brown hair and toned fair-skinned, with a sculpted body he likes to show off. Although Russell is in better shape than he is, and could probably kick his ass in an instant. But no one knows of Russell's hidden talent and a favorite hobby of illegal underground cage fighting.

Matthew was out on deployment, and I was left with no one, only my thoughts and my burning rage for revenge. Buddha was the first to give me a hug. The rest of the team knew I needed time to sort through my thoughts, but there was nothing like a Buddha hug. Buddha, also known as Patrick Parsons, was a walking contradiction. He looked like the Rock with his bald bronze head, packed muscles, and tattoos cascading up his arms and all over his chest. He looked like a beast, but in reality, he was a gentle giant. Although his personality was soft. His artillery skills were one of the sharpest in the world. His knowledge for weapons and ammunition were out of this world.

I giggle, unable to stop myself. She is so cute! "Atlas Myles Rozell? Is he a werewolf, too?" My dad's eyes widen as he asks me. I laugh at his reaction, nodding my head and saying, "Yes! Atlas Myles Rozell is a young businessman, holding the position of a shareholder in your company. I was also surprised to meet him. I mentioned you to him and he agreed on your company's profit share. You give him a very handful amount, dad!" I grin at him.