Baxter Stockman Novels & Stories

All the rage and frustration I'd swallowed down, all the fear from last night came spilling out of me like a tsunami. "You pompous, self-important, grandiose prick," I spat, squaring my shoulders. "You look down at everyone from your ivory tower and talk about the Zoe you used to know but what about the Greyson I used to know, the shy, sweet, geeky kid with the too-big glasses who I kinda had a crush on? That Greyson would be ashamed of this Greyson. This Greyson is the thing that Greyson hated the most. A bully." "I'm not a bully, Miss Smithson, I'm a businessman," Greyson said calmly, "now please leave before I call security.

He wasn’t in a rush. Each item seemed to take him time to get naked. “You want to drive me crazy here?” “You got it, baby.” He pulled his shirt off last, and there he stood. Over six foot of tall, muscular, man. “Why do they call you Rock?” she asked. “My dad gave me it.” “Why?” “Because I’m stubborn. I just won’t budge. I’m a pain in the ass, and there’s no stopping me. I’m a rock.” “It suits you.”

"Gentlemen, this is our premium offering. Jenna Carter. Twenty-eight years old. Undamaged. Connected to Colt Richardson of the Devil's Reign MC, which adds considerable value." The men studied me like livestock. One stood—tall, scarred, with dead eyes. "I want a closer look." "Of course, Mr. Konstantin." Viper gestured. "But no touching during preview. That privilege comes after purchase." Konstantin circled me slowly. "She has fire. I like fire. It makes breaking them more satisfying." I met his eyes. "If you touch me, I will kill you." He laughed. "See? Perfect. I will start the bidding at one hundred thousand."

“Put me down, you idiot! I don't want a frigging pedestal!” He ran lightning-quick towards the other players, smirking. The other guys hollered, clapping. “Heck, Baxter?” they yelled, laughing. “Crazy dude!” “Too many head-knocks, definitely.” “But he didn't have a brain to begin with.” Baxter shrugged. “The girl wouldn't listen to me,” he said, releasing me. I pummeled him. He ignored me, preaching to the Meatheads: “Sometimes, you just gotta grab a woman and take control.” He thrust his hips suggestively.

Meanwhile, Tyr and the man in white began to back away. Baxter stood up with his hand folded behind his back and began to stroll forward. There were still countless leaves that continued to fall, and yet they automatically avoided Baxter and fell around him. As the last martial arts scholar of Celestial Empire, Baxter, was now more than a hundred years old, his power was not something many could grasp. Tyr and the man in white still looked absolutely ferocious. With their swords in hand, they once again charged at Baxter with their immense power.

I call out to him, and Lion starts to whine, but Theresa comes to his side at that moment, probably to ask him why the hell he hadn't told her about his daughter, "This is Midnight, Lion's daughter. Mid, this is my best friend, twice removed third cousin and biggest fan, Baxter." Baxter gives her a big smile and a casual wave with his hand. Mid stares at him like he's the world's biggest delight and can't wait to eat him, which at this point doesn't surprise me. I'm starting to realize that this half-human omega is somehow more perverted than I am. And that's... pretty funny. I've never met someone who was ‘more something’ than me. "Are you mute?" she asks him directly. Baxter looks at me to

“I believe that Baxter has something to give you.” Adam looks to me. Stacey- Baxter is not a beast, he hides as one, but he has no beast. He has magic. “Yes,” Baxter’s smile becomes slimy. “Earlier I found a servant betraying you in your own home. I took care of the problem.” When Baxter opens the tray, we all scream in terror. And Adam pins Baxter against the wall by his throat.

To witness me. I stood at the front, beside Alexandro, beneath a giant silver arch twined with white roses and moon blossoms. My hand trembled in his, but he held it firmly—reassuring, unshaken, calm. He looked every bit a king in his white ceremonial robe embroidered with gold and pearl threads. His hair was neatly tied back, his wound hidden beneath layers of fabric and power. He didn't flinch once. Even now, after being stabbed, he stood like nothing could touch him. Miraculously, his wound stopped bleeding and he got a fast healing. 0

Klyde snickered and pushed his youngest sister harder to the soft bed before evilly peering on Baxter with a sly smirk displayed on his lips. "Oh! Looks like our little girl here knows you, Baxter." He mockingly speaks in a slow pace. "I guess this is your f*cked up family." He raised both of his brows, waiting for his answer. Baxter once again glance to his sister and back at Klyde's burning stare. "What do you think?" He laughs with his head thrown aback. "This is perfect. Now, let me see your first kill." Baxter smiled ominously at the person standing in front of him. "I already had my first kill a minute ago, actually. And it was intense... and surprising." He uttered and shows him the w

She was sure teachers were not supposed to say that to students. Coach Baxter was a stern man and looked like the human military type with his short buzz cut and combats. He hadn’t even looked in her direction even once after that disaster, but he had given her another Omega to fight with. A boy who looked as frail as she did but kept smirking in her direction as if he thought he had already won the match.