Romans & histoires Bill Cipher Human

“And I do not appreciate being compared to a sniveling traitor who would betray his own blood for a pretty face.” He leaned forward, and for the first time, I felt a genuine, primal fear. This wasn’t a game anymore. “You have a sharp tongue,” he murmured, the sound barely reaching me. “A dangerous weapon. But weapons can be turned against their wielders. Be very careful which battles you choose to fight. You might find the battlefield far less… accommodating… than you anticipated.” He didn’t wait for a response. He stood up, his movements fluid and unnervingly calm. He tossed a fifty-dollar bill onto the table—far too much for two coffees—and looked down at me one last time.

I looked behind me to see who those men were and I could not recongize any of them but by how scary they looked just by standing there, I knew that they were people that I should really be afraid of. I turned to look at Tony and he had already concluded what was happening in his head. "Oh come on now, you can't actually be okay with something like this happening?" Tony asked the man but it didn't look like the man gave a fuck what was actually happening at the moment. "Wow. You know the most amazing part is that you actually think that I care right now. I am shocked that you think that because I actually don't care about what happens to you. Do you know what you did to me? You destroyed my m

“Her name is Tiffany Miller 21, well 21 tomorrow, her home address is in San Diego. But funny enough she was born in Billing.” “Billings? Are you sure?” Sir asked as he lifted the file up opening it to the first page a photo from what must had been her school ID attached to it. It was most definitely the red head he had run into twice today. He quickly scanned the information then looked up at Silas. “Is she?” “If she is she has no pack affiliations that I could find. “ he pointed to the file. “But look at the name listed as the father. “ Siron flipped to her birth certificate and scanned it. “Mitchel Huffer?” Siron said a memory coming to him of a tall red headed man from his childhood.

“Please, can I have a moment with you. I really need someone to clear something out for me right now. And I think you might be the only person capable of doing that” Valdez’s eyes flicked from his face to the woman standing quietly behind him. Suspicion deepened in her expression. “And who is this?” she asked, her hand still on the door. “ Uhmm…This is Rachel,” Harrison replied. “My assistant. She’s no harm.” Valdez didn’t move. Her facial didn't seem like she was going to give in. “I have nothing to say,” she said coldly. “Did Carmilla ask you to come here?”

* * * [A/N] Thanks for reading. Billy has issues, but it looks like he’s Leveling Up in his own way. Who can guess what the plan is?

"Lilly! There you are!" A deep husky voice stated with a hint of worry. Turning around I saw an individual that somehow resembles the individual that has gained my hatred in just a couple of hours of meeting him. He ran over and took Lilly from my arms which made me miss holding the bundle of joy.

I slightly laugh at her, "Hot? Isn't he like 50?" "50? No he's like 32 or something. Like I said youngest billionaire! You know you're lucky that you're Carl's assistant, the rest of us are dead. We all have to step up our A-game. I don't want to lose my job!" Nina says frantically. "C'mon! The guy can't be that bad right?" I ask. Nina simply shrugs. The guy can't be such a tyrant I mean, he can't right?

The other party suddenly smiled and said, "When we were looking for Billy, we found that Roburg has virtual humans with identity cards." "A virtual human?" Wanda was surprised. "What virtual human?" "A robot! The funny thing is this robot is also called Billy. Its full name is Billy Haddish." "Billy Haddish?" Suspicion rose in her heart. Billy Haddish was a virtual human, yet the government of Roburg gave him an identity card. How comical! However, upon closer thought, she found it creepy.

Tyler's POV The drive back from the café was one of the longest of my life. Billie sat in the passenger seat, staring out the window at the passing city. I kept glancing over at her. She was one of the strongest humans I've ever encountered. An hour earlier, she had just been Billie—Quin’s sharp-tongued older sister, the woman who bullied salespeople into finding the perfect size and laughed with her whole body. Now all I could see was the weight she carried. The secret is heavy enough to break anyone. And she had been carrying it completely alone for months.

"She'll be able to do that." "Genetically inevitable." We walked another half block. The city moved around us normally, indifferent to the fact that we'd just told a billionaire no in a restaurant and walked out, you didn't hesitate in there, I said. I've been practicing. It showed, he glanced at me. Not looking for praise, just checking that I meant it. I did. "For what it's worth," I said, "that was the first time I've ever seen someone handle your father well."