Billy Deadly Class Novels & Stories

I hit my head with my hands, trying to push away the confusing thoughts as I continued walking to class. The final bell rang and I hesitated to leave the classroom. I knew what awaited me outside; a group of bullies, ready to pounce on me. I waited for everyone to leave, but it seemed like they were taking their own sweet time. As I was lost in my thoughts, I suddenly felt something cold and wet dripping on my head. I gasped in shock and looked back to see Steve's friends, grinning at me. They had poured water on me. My shirt was soaked, and my skin was visible from underneath. I felt a pang of embarrassment and shame wash over me.

An unknown contact, yet the content is unmistakable – a picture of a battered Daren accompanied by a chilling message: "72 hours are up, Elena."

As I do so, a strange explosion fills my stomach, triumphant that finally there's a replacement of Jordan Crown's beauty. A bit skips as our hands intertwine. Time seems to tick beyond count and age blurs into each other. The entire universe collapsed back to BigBang and was reborn. Stars and planets dies and scatters into the dark nothingness. For these five seconds of staring, nothing else holds significance. Just two windows and a gaze into a moment. Nothing else. Just a stare before the explosion. “Keila Taylor.” We shake hands.

A hit-and-run incident claimed his life recently. The bartender didn’t even glance up. “Many individuals perform their duties in this place. A multitude of individuals departs. Several among them meet their end. This issue does not concern me. The compensation I receive doesn't justify my concern for others because my existence already delivers relentless hardship without reprieve. ” I sighed. Individuals of his type required external stimuli to drive their actions. My hand descended into my pocket to extract a pristine hundred-dollar bill which I then slid across the counter with deliberate slowness. How about now? ”

"You haven't won Lola, you have come to your grave yard, and when others are left alone, we will come only after you, be prepared for our coming.." ---

“What about Officer Mandy and the rest?” “Hmmn, Officer Bobby is dead” Billy’s voice was full of pity. “He was found dead in the car, the others were found drugged in the mechanic workshop beside our office” “So there was no way to find out if Billy was a party to the assassination?” He questioned without expecting an answer, he rubbed his palm on his forehead and on his face.

In the meantime I can't stop thinking about what Billy has planned for this evening. * "Well hello there Elsie, fancy seeing you here." Billy's arm drops around my shoulders as I walk out of my last class. "What's going on? I'm nervous." I look up at him, but he just smiles mysteriously. "Oh you should be. I've got so many plans and all of them involve you naked." He doesn't bother to lower his voice and I'm sure the people around can hear us. He guides me to his bike, handing me a helmet.

Balls And waves of red hot fire and golden flames flew like raindrops, knocking its target. The patrols fought for their lives, slashing and trusting their spears and swords to the enemies. Bong and Bato were fighting back to back a black wolf but suddenly the grasses on their feet grew and wrapped them. They helplessly cut the grasses but they just keep growing. Seizing the opportunity, the wolf lunged at the both of them and bit their head off. Bato's perfectly round and shiny head rolled on the ground and was squashed to pulp by a Reaper. Rila stared in horror at her friends. She picked a dagger from her hips and threw it on the plant Badblood. The dagger sunk perfectly on the forehead.

He doubles over, and I take the opportunity to land an elbow to the back of his neck making him drop to the floor. “Are you ready to die like your friend?” I ask. “Fuck you bitch. You can’t win against our army. Scàthach will triumph and you will all die.” “Ew, can we not do the villain monologue? It’s so annoying and cliché.” I say before I extend my claws and rip his heart out through his back. That was seriously badass and gross, all at the same time. Hey, he’s dead, his friend is dead, and Wyatt is dead. That’s all that matters.