Baxter X Niffty Novels & Stories

I switch on while Will tinkers with his phone, then a few seconds later, an image opens up: recognisably Baxter, arm-in-arm with a woman. She's maybe five-six, medium build, figure good but not spectacular. The hair is mid-brown, straight and shoulder-length. Her face is largely hidden behind huge sunglasses, but what is visible is highly made-up: the lips a deep crimson, skin both high and low-lighted to emphasise the chin and cheekbones.

Baxter's pov *In the trinity pack* "Awwwwwwwwm" she moans as Alpha Baxter deepens his di** In her, I have been all over the place and now I am here in my own bedroom enjoying the pleasures of my pack. I own this place and as a result of that I own everyone that is leaving in this city and that person has no choice but to obey the orders of the Alpha, me. The Almighty Alpha of the trinity pack.

Baxter nods but narrows his eyes. ... And I know rebellion when I see it. Baxter checks his watch. "Six minutes." Time to leave.

Baxter informed the group of the changes while rolling up the map which sat in front of him, his comment causing a smirk to fill Browns lips. “Oh, I’m that lady’s babysitter am I, ooo I know ways to keep her safe.” Brown commented sucking his teeth a little thinking of such an event, but for Baxter, this allowed anger to consume his being, in a swift moment, he’d gotten up from his chair and grabbed Brown by the throat.

The click of the clamps, the hum of the cables—echoed too loudly. Xane hovered nearby, his arms crossed, eyes darting between us like he was itching to move but didn’t know where to start. Finally, Bennet tried again. The engine growled, then roared to life with a jolt. “Told you she’d start,” Bennet said with a faint grin, trying to cut the tension. Mrs. Baxter offered a shaky nod of thanks as she climbed into the back. Xane slid in beside her, his hand instinctively finding hers again.

she thought, spotting lots of game consoles attached to the TV, which still resembled Nicholas Alexander, but once again, she frowned when she spotted a fluffy, plush Baymax on the sofa with pink fur slippers. Pink? "It's my sister's, actually," Nicholas said, cleaning up those ‘girly things’ which broke Alexa’s several strange theories about him. "Um, why don't you just sit there while I make you a drink? It won't be long…" "Oh, okay…" Then, Nicholas carried the 'things' in his hand and disappeared into a room next to the stairs. Alexa used that spare time to look around, silently judging the place. "Quite luxurious, which means he's rich, and tidy…" she thought, before frowning when she sa

“No. Officially, the project failed. But they were obsessed with the potential of creating perfect soldiers, though they wanted Lycan DNA. I… went further.” “I imagine you did.” Sasha’s voice was one of feigned boredom, but his eyes were sharp as blades. “And this creature… Does it have a name?” “Only the production code. NO-F1R. Or… ‘Norfir’.” Sasha stared at the creature for long seconds. The name seemed fitting. Something that should not exist… And yet, it breathed. “I want a demonstration.” “It’s dangerous to activate it alone, but… I can use one of the basic commands. It won’t leave the capsule. I promise.”

Baxter enter the room behind me, still wearing his suit from the office. "Nothing like a hard day's work, eh?" He smirks. Like you'd know. That's what I'd like to say. Mr. Baxter is somewhere in his mid-50s and hasn't "worked" a day in his life. He's one of the three sons of the Baxter family, one of those dynasty families like the Kennedys with so much money it's not even funny. They own a few businesses but have people running them for them. Mr. Baxter likes to make an appearance every once in a while to pretend like he's still in charge.

The latest smartphone was in there with a laptop and tablet. "Alpha Tyler, I don't need all of this it must have cost a small fortune. Take it back",she looked at him, shocked and worried. Dad kneels in front of her after moving the box off to the side. "Natalie, you deserve the world, honey. We gift all females in the pack that birth pups those three items. I'm not taking them back. They are yours. There are more gifts coming",she looks at me, and I nod yes. There is a ton more coming for her.

Baxter looks at me to explain for him. "Bax was attacked by a wolf when he was a kid, right in the throat. It injured his vocal cords. Technically he could talk but chooses not to because he doesn't like the way his voice sounds. Now he communicates by signing, but I don't approve," I add, just because I like to comment on it as much as I can. Bax rolls his eyes hard but I don't care if I sound like his mother, I want him to get my message: speak again.