Billy Deadly Class Novels & Stories

“Did you get any other names? any other information about who else might have been interested?” “N-no, Sir. I swear it, I promise I won’t do anything like this ever again. I was just scared that The Deadly One was going to come for me. I don’t want to die.” A sly smirk formed on my lips as I chuckled. If only he knew his worst fear was right in front of him.

Heart pounding wildly, I listed as the gorgeous reporter discusses the death of Billy Darbin This is Ellen Woodrow with KPNYC. Sixteen-year-old Billy Darvin was found by his adopted father, Charles Bates, in their New Jersey apartment. According to officials, Billy was stabbed in the ankles, groin, and arms until he bled to death. The police suspect a robbery gone wrong.

And Cerberus completes looking at Zander in disbelief. . . . " This boy is ...death wolves.....Soul corona."

Alone” Connor? He wouldn’t…he was a good kid. He called Callan ‘dad’. He knew we loved him. “You are lying!” “Ooh sweetie, I wish I was but that’s the truth. You just can’t trust anyone these days. Me. Billy Duncan. We are cut from the same cloth” “B-Billy?” “Oops! Ooh well you were bound to found out eventually. Callan Asher’s probably dead by now. If he drinks the poisoned whiskey of course”

The teacher entered the class with another announcement, “Good morning class! It is sadly reported that one of the students of this school has been found dead this morning. You are all asked to attend her funeral this evening. May she rest in peace.” “What about Billy? Has anyone seen him?” William asked the teacher. “He’s still missing. The police are still working on his case.” Tears rolled down Dara’s cheeks. There was no one she could talk to. She didn’t even know what she was. Charles held her hand and uttered, “Don’t worry. Everything will be alright.”

Any second now I was going to wake up and Zylara would be in her room, probably on her phone or drawing in her sketchbook, mom and dad screaming at her and everything would be fine. But I wasn't going to wake up. Because this was real. Zylara was dead. And nothing was ever going to be fine again.

"I get bullied for being attracted to someone. I get beat up, Ford. Punched. Kicked. Called names. It's not easy" "I'm sorry, i didn't mean it like that i just- My parents would care. I'd be shunned" his eyes glance around, likely keeping an eye out for his football friends. "I get it" I whisper, nodding. "See you at our spot?" he asks, his eyes lighting up with hope. "Of course" I nod, and then I'm heading to class. I feel sick to my stomach. — "You're even more irritating than I thought" I mumble, writing down some ideas for our project. Mrs. Lowey is my favorite teacher, and her class is one of my favorites. She teaches biology. Our project is to study a wild animal.

They can only do anything unless he tells them, so she is excited to hurt me as I am here, in their playroom. "I never thought your little cutie girl could be here, Damon?" Theodore Brown walks in, looking at me like I am just a dirt and walks to the other side of the room, still staring at me. He is our pack's Gamma's son, one who doesn't initiate bullying anyone but when he starts, they are just considered dead because he is deadly among everyone in this room. He killed almost 4 people before and no one can recognize the dead people’s face because of the torture they went through by him. People call him a psychopath and I never even wanted to be in the same room as him, he is that scary.