Bi Curious Butters Novels & Stories

Eddie Brock is you And I'm the suit, so call me— Venom, (I got that) adrenaline momentum And I'm not knowin' when I'm Ever gonna slow up and I'm Ready to snap any moment I'm Thinkin' it's time to go get 'em They ain't gonna know what hit 'em (W-W-When they get bit with the—) Venom, (I got that) adrenaline momentum And I'm not knowin' when I'm Ever gonna slow up and I'm Ready to snap any moment I'm Thinkin' it's time to go get 'em They ain't gonna know what hit 'em (W-W-When they get bit with the—)

Back then, he was chased out of his house with nothing to his name and struggled to build a company from scratch. One day, he came home drunk after negotiating a deal with a client. He could not even stand straight when he reached home, but he desperately pulled out two pieces of melting chocolate from his pocket. I asked him where he got them, but he did not explain. He just stuffed them into my mouth. “Honey, for you! Your favorite!” The chocolate had melted into a sticky mess. His face was covered with sweat, and he wore a silly smile. Even so, my heart felt warm and fuzzy inside.

Now that was the Ty I knew and loved. "We still haven't seen him yet but if you tracked him here and that book ties in then there are only so many places around here he could be hiding out. We'll get to the bottom of it. Just one more player, he should be here..." Just then Chaz opened up the gate and a whole fucking crew of bikers came riding in. The leader dismounted off his custom made top of the line ride with his wife's name emblazoned on the side and headed for us. One smooth motherfucker this one, and the shades just tipped that shit over the edge.

Prospect? Mr. Prospect you were recently booked to attend a discussion session with consultants of La Buena Vida, but we noticed you were not able to meet up with the session for reasons best known to you. Mr. Prospect I would like to ask you a question if you don’t mind. We don’t normally do this, however would you like me to give you one last chance at attending a discussion session with our consultants so they can show you alternative ways of raising capital for your business or project?

I'm stuck. "Oh, here comes my friend." He said with a grin. "Will your friend eat me?" I don't know where else I get the strength to ask him. I'm back to where I was before and the crazy man is behind me. "Of course, he loves artists." I winced at his answer. "Be careful, I'm the one you're after. I am scarier than that beast." I bit my bottom lip when I could see the monster chasing me. Not just one, there are too many of them. They surrounded me.

And packs of pads. My brows furrowed. "Josh, am I starting a feminine hygiene business?" "I think you'll be needing plenty of it," he muttered. I looked into the bag again, and my eyes caught on something else. Chocolate. My gaze flicked back to him. "Chocolate?" Josh shrugged, avoiding my eyes. "I don’t know. The lady at the store said girls like it when they're… you know." He waved a hand vaguely in the air. I stared at him for a second. Something about the whole situation made my lips twitch. Then, before I could stop myself, I laughed.

“Grandma!” Allen called, crumpling to the floor when he saw Barbara lying unconscious on the floor, as foam bubbled out of her mouth. He shook her vigorously, but she didn't wake up. He checked her pulse and saw that it was still there. He grabbed his phone from the table and called the security men in the building.

A small, irrational part of me couldn't help but think how adorable it looked—and that creeped me out even more. I opened my mouth to tell him to back off, but when I saw his hand reaching out towards me, my eyes widened and I froze in response. I freaking froze. Not just my body, but the freaking oxygen froze too. I felt a small lump growing in my throat when he slid his hand behind my waist, reaching towards my back pocket. I couldn't help but look back in his bright blue eyes, which I realized were more of a sea-blue shade. My eyes widened a bit more when his hand slid inside my back pocket and took out something. He pulled away his hand and looked down at the familiar butter knife. I cou

He blunted this fastly! "Hmm....." Luis Park pondered a little. "Master....please..." He prayed. Butt thought that it wouldn't turn out like what he thought of... "Ah!" Luis Park recalled. "I'm a hand---" He stopped. "I mean I am a Human." "Human?" Butt called. He doesn't know what is human. "An animal in this world." Luis Park clarified. Then Butt world suddenly sank down! "Huhuhu...." "My life..... Master...Huhuhu...."

"Then what about it guiding us and refusing to attack us? Was that instinct too?" Barbara smiled gently. "Cyrus, your observation skills are sharp. Nothing gets past you. Yes. After Buttercup mutated, it became extremely intelligent. It can understand what I say. I told it that someone would come to take me away and that it should not hurt you. I just didn't expect you all to be this strong." Cyrus looked at her from the corner of his eye. "Then you also told it to kill those students?" "That part isn't true," Barbara replied. "Even though many of them were unpleasant, I didn't hate them enough to want them dead. At the beginning, people died because some of them had abused Buttercup before.