Billy Batson Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I know she is thinking about how lucky Vik and Grapes are to have each other's love but she doesn't know that she too has such love, she just has to look the right way. "Can I have a dance with the beautiful lady?" someone asked from beside us. It's Billy, the number one playboy and the king of one-night stands and not to forget the biggest flirt. How dare he come to ask Susi for dance? I really want to punch him right now. "No. You can't."I said irritated. "Michael, don't you think you should let the lady answer." he said giving me a pointed look. "You can leave." I said rolling my eyes. He really thinks that I will let Susi dance with him even if she says yes.

I am not usually a hot-headed person, but seeing her buying expensive stuff without limiting herself made my blood boil. Spoiled brat. I can't accept that they can act like they didn’t broke a family. For the first time, I wrestled. I didn't expect that she didn't know me. I have heard that, she was sent to make a deal with me. She should have my files, right? I was so shocked when she snatched the bag from me and inserted something in my pocket. She fvcking almost touched my d*ck! "I never once hated a gay before. Only now, only you. You even ordered your boyfriend to pay me!"

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"

So… who the hell was at my door? I stepped forward quietly, my bare feet silent against the floor. I reached for the bat I kept near my dresser. Just in case. Not that I ever needed it before. Another knock. Same rhythm. Same pressure. I tightened my grip on the handle of the bat and moved closer. Then I heard something. A piece of paper sliding underneath my door. My breath caught. I didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Didn’t blink. I waited until the footsteps faded away. Then, slowly, I walked to the door, bent down, and picked up the note.

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.

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."

Suddenly, Grayson appeared beside her, positioning himself protectively between Amy and Gabriel. "I'll be seeing you soon," Gabriel vowed, his voice resonating from deep within his throat, reminiscent of Grayson's when he underwent his transformation. His entire face contorted—a blurred smear, like an artist blending oils. The transformation was viscous and wet, filled with teeth and darkness. Black tentacles emerged from his mouth, reaching out for Amy like something out of a Lovecraftian nightmare. And just like that, he vanished, as if he had never been there—a haunting embodiment of all her darkest nightmares. Peter Breslin had been her worst fear, but she now realized there was somethin

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.