Batman Sick Novels & Stories

Sweet Bastard::: Clearing his throat, he gestured for Serena, " Let me walk you over to your office" Serena smiled at him, nodding her head as they both walked out. His office was next to hers, they both entered and Serena was awe at how beautiful and we'll organized it was. "Do you like it?" Mitch asked, seeing the look of surprise on her face. "Yes, this is beautiful" Serena replied, her hands slowly slid across the obviously expensive leather table, a computer was already connected next to some files on the table, the files and books on the shelf were neatly arranged and some flower vase positioned in the right places.

He exuded a kind of domineering aura that appealed to her. She raised her chin slightly at him. "Is he one of yours?" Benny nodded. "Yes." Sophia said, "Call him over." "He's not suitable," Benny said. Curious, Sophia looked at him, "Why?" "He's sick," Benny said, moving closer. "He has a disease." Sophia smiled. "Wouldn't that be better?" Benny frowned. "I said he has a disease, a sexually transmitted disease. Are you crazy? Why do you think that's better?"

"This is all your fault for being so greedy. Don't blame me if you can't paint anymore!" By the time all ten of my fingers were broken, I couldn't make a sound anymore. As I teetered on the brink of unconsciousness from the pain, someone finally arrived. It was Felix. He stood frozen, his face pale with fury as he took in the chaos around him. "What the hell are you doing? Who gave you permission to come here?"

His face had relaxed into something almost human. Almost beautiful. She hated herself a little for thinking it. Sienna had seen thousands of patients in her career. She’d learned to forget faces. To protect her own heart. But this one— This man burned into her. Before she realized it, her hand reached out, fingers brushing the ink along his arm. A snake curled into a skull. The letters “VP” inked into his shoulder. Not just any biker—he was second-in-command. And she had just broken every hospital rule to keep him alive.

let me see how much damage is on your body. Without saying anything else, i started to unbutton his shirt causing him to grab my hands. “What's wrong?” I asked The door opened revealing Beta Boaz. His widened once he saw me holding onto the Alpha's shirt but that was probably a mistake. He was thinking the wrong things. “Nurse Alexa, you're here.” Beta Boaz said with a nervous chuckle. “I'm here to cure the Alpha's injury,” I said causing Boaz to simply nod. “Oh, uhm.” “I'm fine,” Alpha Nate said, “I've healed but if you still want to check, you can check.”

Her hips and ass were rounded and generous, but not enough to keep up with her torso, leaving her with a slightly top-heavy hourglass of a figure. Our first period after lunchtime, we had a batch of junior boys that first week. On Wednesday, one made himself my new favorite by creating a batarang. He grumped about how its edges didn't look sharp enough and I got into it with him. "Look, I think batarangs should be blunt," I argued. "Otherwise, it would be too hard for Batman to keep to his no killing policy." To my surprise, Wendy piped up from a couple of benches away. "Oh, come on. Batman has a no guns policy. Superman is the one with the no killing policy!"

"Four. Two to grab her, two covering. They're professionals. Accardi hired the best." "Who's leading?" "Marcus DeVito. He does clean work. No complications. No survivors." Alessandra nods once. Marcus DeVito. She knows the name, knows the reputation. Reputation means nothing when you're outgunned and outmaneuvered, and DeVito will be both once she mobilizes. "Thank you," Alessandra says, and nods to one of her women standing in the shadows. Carmine screams for forty-seven seconds before he goes quiet.

He joked and we both started laughing. "Blake, why are you known as the bad boy?" I ask after a few minutes. I had always seen Blake as a very caring person. "Well because a lot of people are after me." He replied. "Didn't you search up my surname? Wait I will give you my phone. Go check it up." He switched his phone on and handed it to me. I quickly search it up. The results? Sanders Inc. also known as one of the most successful companies in UK.

“They are all desperately trying to compete with you. And the truth is, they are losing the fight. Badly.” I wanted so badly to believe the words he was saying to me in the dark. I wanted to trust his promise with all my heart. But as the dark night hours finally fell over the woods and the massive bonfires roared higher into the sky, shedding a bright orange light across the campground, I simply could not ignore the sound of Siren’s loud, smoky laughter echoing across the clearing. She was sitting on a wooden bench, surrounded by a tight circle of huge, rugged bikers who clearly respected her strength and her place in their world.

I still couldn't believe we kissed. I heard noises coming from outside my window. Okay don't panic. It might be a squirrel or Phoenix. I grabbed a bat that was under my bed and waited for wherever it was to attack it. A few seconds later the window opened and in walked none other than.. "Really, a bat?" Mallory asked. "I though you were a thief or an animal ready to eat me." I said as I put the bat under my bed. "The only one who will eat you is my brother." She smirked.