Battleblock Theater Hatty Hattington Novels & Stories

She stood at the top of the stairs, looking down at me with the sheer arrogance of a winner. "Stop looking. Jaxon is inside going over the asset lists with the elders." Hattie smirked, her voice dripping with smugness. "He said just looking at you makes him sick." I gave her an icy glare. "Move. I'm just here to sign the papers." "What's the rush?" Hattie stepped down in her heels, coming right up to my face. She leaned in close. Her sweet facade vanished instantly, and her voice dropped to a venomous whisper.

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

All that, combined with Audrey's fiery personality and my willingness to go along with all their schemes, and we were always getting ourselves into trouble. He has been in school with us since elementary age, but it wasn't until sixth grade when Gabe Lowell made fun of Audrey's red hair at recess. He yelled that her hair was on fire then threw a bucket of water at her, soaking her clothes. Daniel saw this and came over, looked right at Audrey and told her, "He's only mean to you because he likes you," and then turned, giving Gabe the best smirk an eleven-year-old can. Needless to say, the three of us bonded over the young Gabe's embarrassment. We've been best friends ever since; always just

"I have heard of you, Sir's PA. You're Ryan Miller, right? It is a pleasure to finally meet you." Correctly identified, Ryan feels a pride beaming from being addressed by an esteemed designation. "Indeed. That's correct. I'm Ryan Miller. But, um… please don't inform Mr. Haughty that I visited here. Please, you have to believe me. It's important for his safety, as well as mine." "Mr. What?" Taylor lifts an eye. "Uh- well, I meant Ethan Smith. Our boss, don't tell him anything…please." "But—"

“At the moment, I am feeling he is a hell of a lot more trustworthy than some people I know.” “We need to talk to the rogues, Alpha.” Atticus says, trying to eliminate the building tension. “Then what are we waiting for?” Bill asks. “Let’s go.” “Run and grab Harriet,” I order Bill, who nods and leaves Tic and me once more. “Why do we need Harriet?” “We don’t. I’m just trying to not beat the shit out of Bill.” Atticus sighs and then gives me a disappointed look. “What? He is trying to sabotage Tilly, make her life such a hell that she leaves.” I scoff, the very thought again making me want to follow my gamma down and pummel my fists into his smug ass face.

Hattie’s face changed to rage “What am I doing here!? The one person who I thought was nothing has become our master’s only focus! Everyone wants you… and for what?” She spat “Enough already” Summer said tediously and turned to walk towards where the deaths were being investigated “You bitch” Hattie spat and bared her teeth “Really?” Summer said twisting back to face her. “I could blink, and you would be dead” Summer said, a sly smile crossing her face Hattie barked a laugh

Nice. "Will you do the job?" Cedric asked, placing his hands on the table. I hummed in response, "I will. She'll be dead by next week." "Good" He nodded, "Remember, kill her as The Shadow not as Alessio Romano unless you want to get in a Fucking war with the Mexican Mafia." "Chill. I know what to do." I replied, standing up, "I'll take your leave now. Have a bad day." Then I left, slamming the door shut on my way out.

She throws her arms up in the air, head tipping back. I’m entranced, obsessed. I can’t seem to look away. Then our eyes locked. And neither of us was willing to back down. I hated how easily she got under my skin. Hated the fact that I wanted to pull her closer when I had no fucking right to. She looked away first. My phone buzzed. I reached into my pocket to check the screen. One notification. KNOX TATUM RETURNS HOME — BUT WHY? My stomach dropped. I opened the article.

I had classes in twelve minutes, I had to get there in the next five with my hoodie fully covering my head before anybody else got in. But Brittany, being Brittany.....had to be a witch. She arrived with her minions and they blocked my path, knowing fully well that I was rushing to class. "Brittany." "Zachary Jameson." "Yes, hi. I'm rushing to class, mind if you scoot over a bit?" They turned to each other and laughed loudly, as if I had spoken a joke. Brittany stepped forward like she owned the damn pavement, her arms folded tight across her designer crop top like she was guarding national treasure. Her two backup dancers, sorry, friends flanked her, chewing gum like it was a competitive sp

At first I thought it was just people who came to visit their loved ones, but the next statement of them makes leaves me disturbed. “ Yes. The old lady who doesn't know when to shut her mouth. She ratted Boss out on Saturday.” It wasn't me they came for. It was Hattie. But who were they? Who did she snitch on? I turn slightly without making a noise, and I was able to see who it was. Three muscular men who wore dark sunshades. They stood there and silently watch Hattie trim the flowers close by. She was in danger!