Big Hero 7 Novels & Stories

He swiftly turns us so that I’m now underneath him, “This is your day babe, not mine.” His large toned body is now above me, “hold on, don’t move,” he says descending from my wanting body. I look over to him as he rummages through his closet reaching for something on the highest shelf. He returns with a cheesy birthday bag with balloons printed all over it. Honestly, coming from such a badass guy it’s pretty comical and adorable to see it. Jul is actually a pretty big teddy bear at heart, not many would know that though. He hands over the bag, “Happy birthday babe.”

I never knew he could be so sweet. After about an hour, Kash finished cleaning the floor. He then went into the bathroom to wash his face and walked out. "You’re hungry, right?" There were beads of water dripping from Kash's damp hair. With his exotic features, he showed an evil and handsome smile. I nodded and then shook my head. He laughed brightly and walked over to pat my head. He then thought of something and withdrew his hand. "Come on." I stood up. He took his jacket. "Is it okay to eat pizza? Those girls recommended a good place to eat pizza."

His heartbeat raced, so different from Jared's always calm and controlled rhythm. "I'll make you happy," he whispered into my ear.

Dead on impact. The Reaper felt bad for me—said I didn't deserve to go out like that. Gave me seven days. One last shot to say goodbye. When I came back, it was already dark. I kept thinking—I wish I had wings. Maybe they were waiting. But under the moonlight, as I got closer, I saw through the dining room window— Alex, sitting between my parents. Brian and Ruby, side by side. Red wine. Fancy food. Everyone dressed like they were starring in a holiday ad.

“I’m proud of you.” Seven did not answer. When she was done, he thanked her and went out of the door. Outside, Milkos was waiting. His back against his new car, grinning from ear to ear. Clad in ripped jean shorts and a vintage shirt. The night was breezy so the wind played with the loosely fitted shirt, making his chest visible. Seven’s face brightened at the sight of his friend. “Is this you?” Milkos gagged as Seven walked over. “No, it’s YouTube.” They hugged.

Takes off the helmet. V2" Oh! Little 7! I didn't recognize you! Oh my god! Congratulations! So how does it feel?" V7" Pretty awesome! I bet you all didn't see that coming! I mean! Me! A guy who can't use a long sword without dying from the weight! Pretty Awesome right?!" ------------------------------------------------------------------------

It might actually seem pretty cool to an eleven year old boy. Tuyen's directions take us away from the main street that runs through town, and the zombie population begins to thin out a little. The roads are mostly clear, except for two zombies that Reese clips with the SUV. I feel the bump and shift in Ryder's lap so I don't come down on any sensitive parts next time I get jostled. Ryder flashes me a quick smile, and I can feel my face begin to heat up.

Mom was already doing her thing hugging my woman and trying to calm her while Mindy brushed her hair with her fingers. I put them in the truck and went to see where my people were at with this shit. I had to put a leash on my emotions and clear my fucking head. The robot was doing her thing while the team stood a fair distance away. Tessie was a nifty little toy that DHS had paid millions for we have two of these shits. They can do in seconds what it would take a human minutes or sometimes hours to do. She evaluates the potential threat and dismantles it all by herself. If the rest of the world really believes that Americans are the dumbest fucks on the planet they've never seen inside the m

again. He could only listen to me. “Where’s my phone?” Brody set aside his work. “I forgot to tell you. When you fainted, you broke your phone.” His expression was calm. “I’ll buy you a new one later.” “I see.” I said nothing else after that. He wanted to burn all of my bridges, huh? But he never expected that I would one day recover all of my memories and stop him from manipulating me. While I was planning to borrow a phone from someone after Brody left, he said, “Be good. Once I’m done with work, let’s move abroad.”

An unknown number. She should have ignored it. She didn’t. You don’t know what the mark can do, the message read. But I do. Be careful where you stand when the moon gets higher. No name. No signature. Just a second text, shorter: You weren’t the first. The room tilted, subtle and slow. She sat, the mattress dipping under her weight, the phone heavy in her hand. Outside, a siren cut through the city and then faded. Somewhere else, a group of kids shouted and then laughed and then were gone.