Big Hero Two Novels & Stories

******Flashback of the Earlier days***** **(Dominic and Damien Being Bestfriends)** **** "Common Dominic, Common," a boy in his teens was cheering up his friend fighting in the ring. Dominic was fighting in the ring. The boy who was cheering him up was none other than Damien Black. Dominic and Damien were seventeen by this time. The two teen boys with a great dominating aura. Both of them belong to a powerful family. The fame and wealth were on their back in their early age just like it was in the adult stage.

Mila “There was just so much to deal with. I didn’t know how to handle this on top of it all. You’re leaving soon, and Jerrod hates that we’re even together. I didn’t know how he was going to react to this, but I guess now we know.” I took a deep breath and let it out with a shudder. Everything had gone wrong. I wasn’t sure how anything was ever going to go right again – maybe I would have been able to eventually get over the trauma of being kidnapped. Maybe I would have been able to move on from Ben when enough time had passed. When we moved on with our separate lives. But a baby was a forever kind of thing.

Naively content. As Shakilah bubbled happily with the innocent joy of young love and her cultural equivalent of the honeymoon, Maitreyah writhed internally from guilt, uncertain what the future would bring. His database left him with facts but no guidance, while the Eldred seemed determined to fit him with blinders. And so it was that a half blinded man led a completely sightless werewolf out of the tunnel to a wide plain, which stretched before them like the future that only one of them could tell was coming, ready to shower them with gifts of unhappiness.

The burly man looked at the screen, his smile widening. "Ah, it looks like our heroes have arrived. Time to see how they fare in the final act." Elena felt a chill as the warehouse doors began to open slowly, revealing an ominous view of the night outside. The sound of approaching footsteps was clear. The fate of everyone was about to intertwine in ways no one could predict, and the final battle was about to begin. . . . . . . . . . TO BE CONTINUED IN BOOK TWO.

" 'Xavier Bass' he's a university's 'Big Bad' and if you want to study without getting yourself in trouble than you better stay away from him" She warned me with seriousness but for some odd reason, I felt myself getting curious about this Xavier, " big bad? Why would you call him that?" "Because he's Big and Bad " "Huh?" "He is a bully Marilyn and with a bad anger issue. If you get on his nerves , he'll literally gonna make your life a living hell" "Well, we can always complain to the teachers about him , if he tries to " Even though I was getting scared, I said that with fake confidence, trying to be brave..

Troy- his gone mad. I was shaking, I was fighting a Battle inside of me. I wanted to rip something apart! My breathing changed, heartbeat changed, the hair in the back of my neck was up. I could feel my body temperature going up, dangerous high. I was no longer able to hear what was being said, the sound of my heartbeat was the only thing I could hear. Or so I thought, I felt something wet and warm touching my ears. Then a voice come with it " relax baby, breath it's alright"

Something big. Huge.

Everything about that bus screamed 'money'. 'What a sumptuous bus this is. I wonder how its interior is?' He couldn't help but admire the fine grand bus which was colored in red. After all, this was his old habit. To appreciate the beauty no matter if it belonged to a person or even a thing. Suddenly, the glass of one of the windows of the other bus slid open, and someone emerged out of it. "Aye! Yooo!! If it isn't the poor and miserable Ghost Busters team!? Eh!?" A guy with black hair tied in a ponytail with a patchy beard came into everyone's view as they heard his mocking voice.

This wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.

Gritting my teeth hard to stop me from spilling any more words, I wordlessly listened to him. "Eh? are you there? I hope my dear brother hasn't crunched his phone into pieces. Because I can feel your rage right here, in my chest right now, brother. Do you know that thing? Twin telepathy? Yes. I bet you're still listening since the line is still connected so I'm just going to go ahead and drop the bomb now, Dominic." he spoke and his voice grew deadly deep and serious at the end of his words. Straightening up, I braced my ears for his words.