Billy Carson Audiobooks Novels & Stories

* * * [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?

"Well, things will be better once you solve this case. Billy is stressed." "We all are, Cindy. We all are!" Anders replied. As they walked into the dining room, Billy was sitting there with pictures all around him and Anders face grew pale as he asked, "Billy, who is this man? I recognize this car?" Before Billy answered he started heading out of the house running towards his truck and yelled, "Bring your gun and call for backup. Now!" Billy looked at Cindy and said, "I am sorry. He knows something about this guy. We need to go. Lock up once I leave."

The driver, a burly man with a thick gray mustache, turned to Carson with a friendly smile. "Where to, guy?" he asked, his Mancunian accent strong. "42 Willow Lane, please," Carson replied, trying to keep the tremor out of his voice. The driver nodded, pulling away from the curb. "Ah, Willow Lane. Nice area, that. Visiting family?" Carson hesitated. "Something like that," he said finally. The driver, sensing Carson's mood, didn't push further. Instead, he started chatting about the weather, the latest football scores, anything to fill the silence.

Daniel quickly dropped the books on the trunk of the car of Doctor Bill and ran away. “You this little brat!” Doctor bill nagged and took the books into the house to give them to Brian. “Brian Brian!” he called and checked up for him in his room but didn’t find him, “Brian!” he called yet again and checked up for him in his room but didn’t find him, ,”Brian!” he called and listened attentively as he could hear a groan, a grunt and a sigh . He traced it to the backyard. Actually Brian was indulging his body in some push up and dumb bell lifting.

Billy asked nonchalantly, not a care in the world. The sound of his carefree voice made me smile despite the mess I was. "Hey Billy," I said, putting the phone on speaker. "We just got in. Nothing but blue waters out here," I said, unable to do it as I locked eyes with a shirtless Harmon across the room, struggling to get his hard dick back into his pants. "How's Rio de Janeiro?"

Billy was instantly anxious not liking the voice that sounds in his head. “What are you talking about Billy-boy? I said nothing.” Andy was annoyed glaring at the other man. “Didn’t you hear that?” “What?” “Be quiet and listen.” Billy insists with rising panic. “I will take two. You get the other one.” Thomas said laughing eerily with a satisfied voice. “Run…” Billy screamed. All three men instantly scattered into different directions.

With the best flavors. I hopped in the car after buying it. and place it on the right chair. When i received a call from her. she called just on time On phone "I'm listening talk bird" i said "Why do you sound so normal?" she asked..i furrowed my brows "What do you mean by..i sound so normal?" i asked "Because you aren't normal. So, talking normal like this sounds really weird" she said and I sigh "Billie. Have you been taking some drugs lately...?" I asked and she was silent over the phone.

“Babe… they use phone calls and voicemails all the time. Call him, record him on your phone to see if it works and then, if it does, we replay it in the store. Bingo, bango we have a teddy ear for Carly.” I laughed. “Bingo bango? Seriously?” “Just do it.” “Fine.” I laughed again and closed my eyes. “Grandma, I need Carl here to try something for Carly.” “What’s wrong?” Carl sounded a little panicked. I opened my eyes to see him look around. “You called me to an alley?” He looked confused as he focused on me. I shook my head. “I want to try something.” “What?” I pulled out my phone and held it out to him. “I want to see if your voice will register on my phone for a teddy near for Carly.”

Carlos After Warren undergoes a thorough medical examination and tests at the doctor's, we return to the mansion. He sits beside me in the car, choosing the backseat and appearing visibly drained and fatigued. Attempting to break the tension, I remark, "It's been a long night, hasn't it?" Warren's gaze shifts towards me, a look of inquiry clouding his features. With a furrowed brow, he voices his concerns, questioning me directly, "Carlos, did you kill the kid?"

’ More laughter, then goodbye. Baden crumpled Billy’s note into a tiny ball and threw into his wastepaper basket. He sat staring, empty minded, through the leaded diamonds of his study’s windowpane, at the blooming white roses which he could almost smell through the glass. He put the old Filofax back into its draw and drew his diary from another. Interview by satellite link with the BBC, today, 3 o’clock, he mused. Cheeky little bastard. ***