Bec Homestuck Novels & Stories

You weren't that sick-" Ashleigh rolled her eyes. "I am not describing the Angel of Death. The guy I'm talking about was wearing a NIKES hoodie and sweat pants." Kendra pressed the button for the elevator. "Well I didn't see anybody like that—and I don't want to see anybody like that. Ever." Ashleigh shrugged. "He was nice. He's in there every day when I work out." As the doors to the elevators opened she leaned in and whispered. "This subbasement is the base of operations for Homeland Security."

Silence stretched across the line. After a long pause, Henry's voice finally came, squeezed through clenched teeth, trembling despite his effort to suppress it. "Audrey… come back to me." I chuckled softly and hung up. Leisurely, I packed my things, checked out, and bought the next available flight. Returning to that prison they call "home," I found Henry sitting in the living room, his expression dark. On the coffee table in front of him lay a pile of premium burn and scar ointments.

No one even followed us, more so dare to eavesdrop. How can a newbie like him give off this kind of aura to everyone in the campus? I think even the teachers are scared of him. “W-What?” I frowned. What is he trying to say? “Brother, you have to work with me!” My jaw dropped again, and I can’t count how often did my jaw lose its muscles for a bit. “Huh?” “Your sister has a horde of bees swarming all around her!” Horde of…bees?

"Clayton, please have mercy on me. I promise I'll never show up in front of you ever again if that's what you want." The courthouse was busy with people coming and going, and everyone's attention shifted in our direction. They looked at Susanne and me with strange, scrutinizing gazes. Suddenly, someone sharp-eyed recognized me. "Isn't that the homewrecker from that viral video a while back?" "What's going on? Why is he at the courthouse?" "He's not a homewrecker! What do you people who twist things out of context know anyway?" Hubert appeared out of nowhere and pulled Susanne away from my leg.

Hey Guys The Homewrecker finally came to an end. I hope you all smiled for them, felt sad for them, rejoiced with them and most importantly learnt lessons from them. Life isn't balance and you don't always get what you want. So when the opportunity comes, grab it and make a good use of it.

He said under his breath, he needed to take care of the Sammy whatever her name was business if not he'd go crazy it's gotten to the point where he peeps out of his car before going into his own home, he felt like a creep. "Who?" Kim asked with narrowed eyes. "A stalker" "You've got a stalker?" She said in disbelief. "The great and mighty Nick Stone was playing Tom and Jerry with a stalker? Wow you have a fun life" She finished, chuckling. He glared but couldn't help but admire her smile, sweet Jesus he was becoming a besotted fool. "It's complicated". "How complicated?". Hesitating a little he said. "She used to be my uhmm_".

Hugo then pulled Homer, forcing him to approach Hayden and talk about whatever he wanted to talk about now. Hugo knew they were the boss, but Hugo was worried that Homer would get weirder if he kept shutting himself in his bedroom. Hugo got goosebumps every time he imagined how scary it was to shut himself in his room; what kind of life that was. Homer explains that he will go with just Owen and a few of Max's subordinates. So Hayden and Max can go with Hugo or head to one of their brothels to sort things out. Homer leaves after Hayden understands it.

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Then he would face the embodiment of terror. With supernatural speed, I darted across the street and dove into the alley between the two buildings. Bastard didn’t know he was dealing with an enforcer from the Volkovs, the notorious werewolf mafia, and my adopted family. Few outside of our pack knew we were actual werewolves and we liked it that way. My claws extended and I raked them down the side of the dumpster. I heard his heart rate speed up, and I smiled. “You stole from the wrong person,” I said, adding a growl at the end.

I see the shadow of someone else in the truck as well. The boy goes up and hugs his mother, they turn around and look at the front of their new house. Which is weird to me because it’s still the Williams house to me. The mother waves for the shadow in the truck to get out and come look with them. I see the door open and expect another son to get out but when I see who gets out, I think I forget how to breathe.