Billy Batson Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Victor's POV I am waiting for Bonita outside. She comes up wearing her uniform. It looks cute with the baby bump. I am not sure if she is serious about fighting me. I will have to find out. I cannot take Bonita seriously while. She is in the uniform, showing her baby bump. I immediately knew I was making a mistake by fighting because I could feel the power radiating from her. I know I am fighting not only Bonita but also our children. I did not realize that she was this strong. I love Bonita and do not want to hurt her or the children. However, I feel I cannot hold back on my powers, or I will fail against her. I can feel her power. I can feel the power of our children. This is going to be o

* * * [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?

Up until today he hadn’t been allowed to cum inside her pussy, today he planned to change that. Keeping a fistful of soft blonde hair in one hand Billy thrust against Sharon’s ass, his cock sliding rapidly in and out of her clutching cunt. With his other hand he slapped the side of Sharon’s ass, almost as if he was whipped a horse to go faster. “Here it comes Mom,” grunted Billy, slamming his cock deep into her. For some reason he had no problem calling her Mom, but if anyone else suggested it he would remind them she was only his stepmother. “Ahhh!” Billy’s cock surged inside Sharon’s womb, filling her with his seed. The fact it was her stepson cumming in her barely registered in Sharon’s m

Xxx I groan at the phone as if Isaac can hear me, I don't know why he won't leave it alone, I'd wanted to have my friend back but his constant anti Billy campaign is just exhausting and upsetting. "Text back and tell him you'll be here if he wants to come over." Billy says, having read the message over my shoulder. "I dunno." I start to shake my head and Billy catches my jaw between his thumb and first finger, kissing my lips lightly. "I do. We need to know what that little fucker is up to. Whether he's just trying to get in your pants… Or split us, which isn't going to happen." His kiss turn more passionate and, as he starts to move down my body and under the quilt, he reminds me to reply.

Stanley Batton was a man of few words most of the time, preferring to hold Xyla Quest in his arms while he drank and listened to her. He never had eyes for anyone else. The others still found it sweet despite being so used to seeing the couple being intimate with each other. While everyone was chatting, Josh Batton’s phone started ringing. He answered instantly when he saw Annabeth Cates calling, hurrying outside while the others continued to chat. “Xyla, I’m working on a new project. Would you be interested in it?” Henry Armstrong asked.

For once he was glad they were on the same telepathic frequency. How about you think instead of shouting! Oh! Thanks, Ash. Billy, where are you going? To the bar, go find us a table. Ash, let’s go. Who knows, this may be your lucky night! Ash grunted. Very funny! A chance to be with someone warm for a change, I don’t think the ice queen—I mean Sabrina, will like it. Billy what do you think? I would pay to see her face when she finds out! Whoo! Instead of ice queen, she’ll be hells fury!

"Mommy, you told me not to talk to strangers." "I—I know. But—this man, this is my boss." "Ah, the devil, the ugly giant with big ears who stole your cookie and made you stay in the office often?" Tommy sneered at Chase. Oh God! I’m dead, she pondered to herself as her face paled. Chase raised his brows at her. "Oh, baby, no, I mean. This is my boss, Mr. Johnson." "You say the same thing, mommy. Your boss is a beast. Like an ugly monster, but—but he doesn't look like a monster to me, mommy. He’s handsome. I like him."

I can’t help but smile, thinking of all the things I am doing to him. I take one step forward, positioning myself under the light and his eyes widen and he smiles when he sees me. The poor fucker thinks I am here to get him out? Is he truly happy to see me? What a prick. “Thank God, get me out of here,” Carson says taking a step forward and I chuckle as I walk to the table on the opposite side of the cell and his eyes widen when I turn to face him with a baseball bat in my hand. “What the fuck are you doing, Bolton? Let me out of here, we need to call the police,” he says and I shake my head as I tap the bat on my hand and then lift it up again, allowing my eyes to follow the bat as I repeat

He stated and I could hear the underlying threat underneath his tone. This bastard! He wanted to use the Alpha shite on me. I closed my eyes and inhaled, “I found my mate—” I paused my words. “And…” “She’s human.”

Or maybe I finally remembered Grandpa’s words from just a few days ago: "Louis, I may never get to see you in a wedding dress. But even if you end up alone, you have to live bravely. Don’t let anyone push you around." I promised him I’d be brave. So this time? No more waiting. No more compromises. Beta Max—I gave you your chances. Seven of them. I turned to David, who was watching me with a knowing expression. “Still going through with it?” he asked lazily. I took a deep breath, then nodded. “Yep. Let’s do it.” The process went smoothly. The moment we finished signing, my phone buzzed. A message from Beta Max. [Alright, Louis, don’t be mad. I really couldn’t get away today, but I made your f