Bendy X Boris Novels & Stories

Jace, the gentle man, tried to calm them down but they just brushed through him shouting their lungs out of the room. Jace just sighed. He blamed himself for not stopping Kaizer on making a grand entrance. They must have done it nicer. "What the---who are you?!" The ugly man, they believed was Bum Pan spoke gurgling blood in his mouth. He was half-naked. Bald head, squared ears and pierced lip, Jace and Kaizer were not wrong. This man was Bum Pan. Kaizer, before answering found himself a sofa to sit on. He rested there first his stout sword: the five-inch wide and a meter long sword known as 'Flagrare". Then he sat and slouched like he was on his own place.

The teacher asked, with his tone soft and gentle instantly. Xander stood up from his desk and there was a dead silence. His figure was like a wall and there was a strong aura around him that sent shivers around everyone. His body was well-built with heavy muscles that could be seen through the school uniform. I could see the tattoo of a dragon and wolf on his arms. His torso was so huge it made his shirt tighten over his body. Each step he took was enough to send everyone shaking so hard. I looked up at his stony face and my heart skipped a beat. I never knew I could be this afraid, but I was losing control. The man in front of me was so fierce.

Boris, a tall and muscled man, said, his eyes showing a hint of excitement with the idea. It really was baffling to Kaleb how his bodyguard was fond of the Disney Show. Boris claimed it was a favorite of his wife, but Kaleb doubted that. Still, he was good at what he did. He may be a softy on the inside, but he was all muscles and a black belter in martial arts. He was the best bodyguard for him and for his son, Liam. He sighed, shaking his head, and ordered, "Go get the car.”

“What’s your name?” “It’s Alexei. What do you want in return?” I can hear my dad’s footsteps coming down the hall, and I start to back away. He reaches out, grabbing onto my wrist and holding me in place. Little shocks of pleasure rush all through my body at his touch, and not even the jingle of his handcuffs can put a damper on this rush of arousal. “Tell me,” he says, even though I know he can hear my dad getting closer too. “I want you to pop my cherry,” I whisper in a rush as he drops my hand, and right before I scurry away, I see his eyes widen in surprise and then darken with a pure, raw need that has me nearly orgasming on the spot.

Boris walked in from the outside with three of his friends. Eric was still wailing on the ground. Now, both of his hands were fractured and he was in so much pain that he was crying. Since his wails were too loud, he could hardly hear Boris’ voice. Eric’s men around him lowered their heads consciously. They did not expect Boris to show up here suddenly. Who was Boris Flemming? He was the number one tyrant in Goat City! His nickname was Lord Flemming.