Billy Batson Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I have a child for crying out loud " Remember, you don't have a say in this so don't you dare take anything off if not I'm gonna have to force you to put on that off-shoulder top" she threatened while I widen my eyes. I know Martha so well she can force me to put that thing on. I pouted " I don't like it " Bella let out a loud sigh " You look damn gorgeous Allyson if that is what you are worried about. We don't mind finding a man for you and you don't need to force yourself on one. Any man will willingly want to be with you"

Not those kinds. I went back to my screen, trying to dive into the numbers again, but my concentration was still fractured. The phone on the desk buzzed. Jonathan. Birthday dinner this Saturday. Don’t be a ghost or I’m telling everyone you cried during The Godfather. A laugh escaped before I could stop it. Real. Unexpected. The timing was perfect. I hadn’t seen him in months. Wouldn’t miss it I typed back. He replied almost immediately. Dress code is rich bastard casual. Don’t bring a date unless she looks like money.

Preys recognize predators. When I reached the room Nessa had mentioned, I pushed the door open and stepped in. Stanley sat on the bed, shirt still open, his skin flushed red. Nessa stood near the window, one foot up on the sill, the other on the ground. As for the bitch who'd touched my baby, her eyes were on me, hand still lingering on his chest. My jaw ached from how hard I clenched it. “Get your filthy hands off him,” I said softly. Too softly for what was going through my mind.

I don't know why he transferred from his other School, Sarah didn't know as well. I got bullied before ,then dumped by the person I thought cared about me. Now another bully person decided to come along and saw me as a prey. I was fed up with this so I decided to approach Daniel if anything he should know what transpired between Vincent and Caleb better. I wanted to be sure and if I confirmed it from him I guess I might change my mind. Daniel was in his room when I knocked he told me to come in and I did. He was working on his assignment in his reading desk.

“Hopefully…he doesn’t decide to do anything to you…if you were to speak back to him, show him resistance or that fire I see in your eyes, he won’t care about Prince Ruben’s claim over you, he will want to break you.” “So like you he likes to break things?” Kat said sourly. Batton grimaced and gave Kat a filthy look. “Nothing like me…I tame through positive reinforcement, reward and mutual trust…he literally breaks a creature through pain, torture and humiliation.” Kat huffed, sounding bored, causing Batton to once again study her, enthralled. She is clearly already broken. “Nothing new there…” She muttered to herself. “You are an intriguing little demon…” Batton said softly before straighten

His anger slowly transformed into a hardened resolve. “You can run as far as you want,” he said quietly. “But you’re still mine.” Billy grabbed another spare phone and called Cakra again. “Cakra,” he said briefly. “Yes, Young Master?” “Expand the search,” Billy ordered. “Use any means necessary. I want to know who that man is.” “Yes.” Billy ended the call. His lips lifted slightly—not a smile, but a cold expression filled with certainty. “Thabita Salton,” he said softly. “This game isn’t over yet.”

"Please play it smart. She's really happy with us." "We got it Rory, we're not stupid." Billy grumbles, his happy mood souring a little, but then he's grinning again. "Maybe I'll fuck one of the girlfriends? One of them's bound to have a girlfriend?" "Cally?' I suggest and he bursts out laughing.

In that case, June yaps while leaning to Stacy, "I really hate dad. He is controlling my life as always." Stacy, listening to her utterance, assumes whether it is a truth or it is just a random utterance from June. "If Mr. Bentley is like that, then, his way to show himself as a warmhearted person is nicer than he ever thought. Another proof, to strengthen June's words, is June, herself. I believe she has experienced the bad ones for causing the worst thing."

"You look rough." "Two minutes does not a little brother make, Baxon." He snapped the correction automatically, but his eyes were too bright, his posture too rigid. He was buzzing with the aftermath of what I now knew was more than just a quick conquest. "Just going with the technicality. It's not important, though," I dismissed, handing him the drink. "What is important? You having a bit too much fun with the babysitter in there." In an instant, his expression went defensive, and the Basil I knew fell into place. “You’re going to give me shit about going after a girl I found hot? Are you that petty and jealous?”

This girl did what Dollan told her to do. This house is truly luxurious and stunning, all the furniture looks very expensive, classy and elegant. For a man, Dollan tastes great and is amazing. Baby confidently answers questions from her boss. "Batania Byanca but you can call me Baby, I'm 17 years old." Dollan raised his eyebrows at the same time, looking at Baby from head to toe. The man's gaze was difficult for Baby to understand. "Ok, your name is Batania Byanca, 17 years old,Btw.. are you still a virgin?"