Big Joke Book Kill Tony Novels & Stories

Anton smirks at me, searching my face as I laugh. “What’s so funny about being called Tony?” “Because!” I exclaim, shaking my head at him, brushing my hair away from my face, getting my words out between laughter. “You can’t be a ghost named Tony – Tony is like, the guy who works in the sandwich shop down the street! Tony trades you his lunch money for the answers to the history quiz! Tony isn’t hand-picked by the Goddess as a mystical handmaid to aid the Princess in the Underworld –“

The cabbie tried to start a conversation with me, but one look from me and he shut up really quick. I was really very curious as to why they all were here. "What are all of you doing here. Did someone die or something?" Most of them chuckled at my morbid joke, but both Tony and Lucas shook their heads in distaste. I do not know Tonys character to well yet, but as I have said before Lucas never gets my jokes. Or should I say he does, but never finds them funny.

Tonya lets out a breath, “At least its not just me!” Both girls laugh. Vlad slows his speed and jokes, “If you can feel his feelings, then you know you two are making him nervous!” Jolene gasps. Tonya nods, “I know and I like making him nervous!” Vlad chuckles, “Women are evil!” All three laugh. Teago can't control his curiosity so he joins in and asks, “What's so funny?” Vlad jokes, “How women are evil!” Teago leans in and smells Tonya.

Adrian’s friends moved faster than he did. One of them reached out and ripped it from my hand, ending the call mid-ring. Another laughed under his breath, like he’d just seen something absurd. “Seriously?” someone scoffed. “Your fiancée runs into a little trouble and the first thing she does is call her mommy?” Another chimed in, shaking his head with a laugh. “Adrian, this is next-level childish. We’re grown adults, not kindergarteners. What’s she going to do next—cry for a nanny?”

“Well, well. Couldn’t stay away, huh?” I tugged my lab coat tighter, stepped forward, and faced them—all of them. “So, who’s bleeding? Anyone need stitches or just a good old-fashioned ass-whooping?” Tony smirked like he was enjoying every second of this. “Look at you, Scarlett. Still got that smart mouth. Must be real cozy cracking jokes when your back’s against the wall.” I shrugged. “If I had a dollar for every time you showed up like a bad rash, I could’ve paid you off months ago.”

But actually standing here right now does make me feel a little nauseous. “He’s going to kill us. We’re so dead. You’re all insane! Do you really want him to chop our heads off? Maybe not yours, Amelia. As you’re his mate, but for sure our four heads will be chopped off and rolls the streets or will be put on a stake or something, just like Geoffrey did with his enemies in Game of Thrones. I’d rather keep my head. I’m very fond of it staying right where it is. You can’t do this shit. Why on earth would you want to do this? And why on earth do you so obviously want me dead? I mean, I get it, I screwed up big time. But I don’t deserve to die for it. Please, can we just turn around again,” Tony

Here are my bank transactions and my credit card statements! "I've even printed every single transaction between Cindy and me. I know you won't believe me, but anyone with a brain can easily check this out for you. I'm sure you'll find something if you dig deep enough! "Lastly, I haven't finished saying what I needed to say last night. Cindy said her stomach hurt. Tell me, did the doctors find anything when she was rushed to the hospital? "Sometimes I wonder what's inside that empty head of yours, Shaun." Shaun flushed with anger at my words. He said coldly, "Don't try and drive a wedge between me and Cindy."

“You what, Sidney? You never said that—that I’m a toy? You didn’t mean it?” Sidney’s lips continued to wag in the air yet could not assemble the right syllables. “How?” she finally managed. Tony slammed his hands down on the table, rattling the beer bottles, and released a guttural laugh. He hopped to his feet and pranced in a circle beside the table as he giggled. Sidney flinched at first until the startle dissolved into plain bewilderment. “Oh, you dumb bitch,” he chuckled. “You told me. You fucking told me yourself.”

“Look, I’ll tell you what. You suck my cock, and I’ll confess to killing the Queen of England.” “But I don’t care about the Queen,” Brandi said in confusion. Tony almost screamed in frustration. “I mean I’ll confess to whatever you want me to confess to.” “Like robbery?” Brandi asked hopefully. “Yes!” Tony said angrily. “Cool!” Brandi said smiling widely. “So we have a deal?” Tony asked, still unsure if she was following him. “What?” “Will you suck my dick?”

I stared at the phone, stunned. She actually hung up. "What are you doing?!" I looked up. The next second, Benny's hands locked around my throat, his bloodshot eyes glaring at me. "I hate liars. Die!"