Baxter Stockman Novels & Stories

Everyone is approaching the ring and we do the same and, pushing and shoving, we manage to get in the front row as many of them are drunk. -WELL! FIRST WE HAVE A TITAN WITH TEN FIGHTS WON AND TWO LOST WILLIAM THE DESTROYER!- he introduces and some boo and others cheer as they watch him climb into the ring. He's almost six feet tall and has a lot of muscle mass so I'm guessing he'll be slower although that's not completely known. He has his hair shaved to one and brown eyes - AND SECOND BUT NOT LESS IMPORTANT WE HAVE A CHAMPION WITH TWENTY FIGHTS WON AND ZERO LOST, THE DEVIL CAMBELL - this time there are very few people booing him and almost everyone cheering him on. As soon as I see him get

Justin spits at Baxter and even, reached over roughly taking him by the arm stopping his walk. Baxter could only chuckle at this man’s attempt to intimidate him but he also couldn’t stop the rage that poured through him, this man was the individual planning to marry what was his, and it was about time he started showing what would happen if anybody tried such a thing. Turning his body and punching Justin right in the nose, Baxter watched as he landed on the floor while Justin’s men started to walk towards him, until Smith pulled out his gun and pointed right in their direction, none of them wanting to die for this man so stopped.

I nudge his arm, to get his attention, and take my phone out. Aiden is considering Baxter as a Packmate. Blackmarsh trusts him. I don’t think Aiden will mind. “immune 2 silver” I type. “knows sword”. I turn the screen so Baxter can see it but, hopefully, nobody else.There’s also an angry, ghostly dog who’ll probably show up if he’s about to die, but I don’t add that. Baxter can probably make a guess anyway. “Still doesn’t make it a good idea,” Baxter grumbles.

I typed, deleted, then typed again. We want different things, Mr. D’Amaris. I want my company. You want leverage. -Valerie Blackthorn…

The smile on his face is taunting, allowing me to see that he knows more about me than I do about him. "I see you got my message," he notes, pointing down to the paper I still hold in my hand. A lump gathers in my throat as I glance down at it. I don't think I can handle not knowing anything about this man for another second, especially with the probability of Malik walking back in here being so high. "I've never seen you before," I say slowly. "How did you even manage to get up here?" "Let me firstly introduce myself," he says politely. He holds his hands out, and I see his hands are encased in strange ebony velvet gloves. "I'm known most commonly as Fate."

there were scruffy and rugged looking men scattered around as though protecting the dump. “State your business” one said. “We have something your boss wants, and he has something my boss wants! Tell him Mr Knight is here!” spoke up Alex in an assertive yet calm tone. He didn’t say anything to Alex, just turned and went into the entrance of a building. He came rushing back with a furious looking Mason , “HOW DARE YOU MAKE MR KNIGHT WAIT OUT HERE! DID YOU NOT RECOGNIZE HIM YOU FOOL !? I WILL HAVE YOUR HEAD FOR THIS!” barked Mason to his man and then sounding sincerely apologetic said to Gabriel, “I am so sorry sir, it’s an honour to have you here, please, please do come through” Mason was kis

he winked "Now lie down without saying anything or I'll regret this and go home. With a smile on my face, I wait for Luke to come down from his legs to do what he has asked for, without complaint. Watching with curious eyes as the child took off his shoes and socks and then take off his pants leaving him in his underwear. A smile settled on his lips when the child began to tremble just at the moment he was going to remove the boxer. "You can remove it without fear, you send "he smiled sideways. Luke looked at him angrily but did not say anything, just nodded taking off the boxer and widening his eyes when he jumped. He swallowed hard and without looking at the major took it between his finge

I watch as Kyaria disappears into the crowd. “Don’t worry Gabby will keep her safe,” Brady tells me. “Where did you come from?” I ask. I never even saw him walk towards me. It’s like he just appeared out of nowhere. “I was talking to the manager of Dark Life.” He explains.

He wore a black suit jacket with black pants and a white shirt underneath, and his black shoes were polished to perfection; however the most noticeable ornament on the man was the ring on his right index finger that had a large red ruby on it that shore even in the darkness. His face was extremely handsome, with all sharp angles and porcelain white skin, however, there was no mistaking the dangerous aura surrounding this man that told others that he wasn’t someone they would want to mess with. Kit could see the head of a tiger on the back of his right hand before it disappeared underneath the sleeves of his shirt, and he wondered if this man too was a member of a Chao Pho organized crime syn

There's some shit that these people do that I can never wrap my head around, but one thing I know, if a seller has a buyer lined up, then there were talks of a deal. I walked outside, where some of the men were still milling around, no doubt talking about what just happened with Sam. I saw the only Billy in the group that I'd met so far. A middle-aged beer gutted man with a dirty grey and brown beard who looked like he hadn't seen the inside of a shower in ages. I knew from the way he reacted when I called out his name and started walking towards him that he knew precisely why I was coming after him. His eyes jumped around like a cornered rat looking for an escape. There is none.