Billy The Butcher Novels & Stories

Olivia I was going about in the kitchen preparing dinner. I shivered remembering how close I was to being caught in the afternoon by Mrs White who is back and has been parading the house for a while now putting up the new paintings she brought from her journey, at some point she called me to ask if I liked the large and extravagant painting she just installed in the dining. Even though I liked the old one better I told her it was very beautiful She asked me to prepare a marvelous dinner. I made pasta and spaghetti meatballs, roasted turkey, and Apple pie.

Black is my favorite color—it reflects what's inside my soul so well: everlasting darkness and bitterness. "You're leaving already?" I peer up towards the ceiling. Billy is wearing only a pair of washed-out jeans and a necklace with a bear tooth. He carelessly lights a cigarette inside his cabin. "Yup," My answer is short. Billy laughs. His blonde hair is sweaty and glued to his neck, and my heart nearly stops at the sight of his playboy muscles. There is a heart tattooed over his brawny chest, but I suspect there is nothing inside. "Can't you stay longer? I was just about to make pancakes for breakfast. I'm not good in the kitchen, but pancakes I can handle,"

I smiled and hugged him, peeking at his cheeks "Don't fall old Billy down, girl, open the door and let me in" he seems playful with his tone, it's the first time I had laughed in a week, I unlock the door, letting Billy in my apartment, Billy my boss younger brother at work has always been good to me ever since I came working in the bar, I can tell him anything without thinking twice, but I can't tell him this, his life might be in danger, I wouldn't want Cillian or his Mafia gang coming after him "Start talking or I'll beat you into talking right now" he held my head tightly, lightly hitting my head, I pulled my head off his grip, laughing even more

I tried to sound as calm as possible even though it was hard due to my nerves acting up. “Hmm,” He mumbled under his breath. “I guess so.” He shrugged and then returned back to walking down the path we were on. “I’m Billy, by the way. I live not too far from here. I normally hunt deer and other wild animals in this forest by this time. That was how I was able to run into you,” He scoffed the words out gently. “Nice to meet you, Billy.” My voice came out calm and collected. “There it is!” He pointed at a cabin, and from a short distance behind it, I could see that there was a road with cars driving at a decent amount of speed.

What the fuck happened to him? Behind him stand some burly men in black suits with stern expressions, surely Bryan Tatum’s bodyguards. They appear rather frustrated, likely having struggled to prevent Caden from barging in—but he managed it anyway. That’s just how much of a pain in the ass he is. As Bryan’s eyes scrutinize Caden, he inquires, “Him?” “Yup. He’s the bully stepbrother I mentioned.” Bryan rises from his seat, extending his hand in a mature handshake. “Hey, man.”

---------------------------------------------- Billy ---------------------------------------------- The police officer had dragged me out of the back of the car, probably a little more gently than he might of normally. Billy was out on the old wooden porch. I was afraid that he was going to beat me. He had been patient with me so far, but I hadn't really gotten into trouble since I'd been here, except for some basic teenage backtalk. He was a big guy, tall and beefy, with a huge red beard. It was still twilight, so I could see the white of his teeth. Was he smiling? "Here you go, Billy," the deputy said, "He got himself into a bit of a scuffle. Decided to start a fight with three young men d

Finally, I tasted his cum as he shot his load in my mouth He pulled out with a grin and then I heard laughter. Some of Ashton’s buddies came out from the shadows and were cackling. “She really is a cock slut!” One of them said. “You look so good with dick in your mouth, baby. Do you want to suck me next?” Another wolf taunted as he grabbed his crotch. I stood up with tears in my eyes and ran out of the room. Ashton always bullied me, but I didn’t realize he’d be so cruel!

I stammer, trying to change the subject. When she sees how tense I am, she adds, “But hey, don't worry about him. He's not that into brunettes and definitely not into maids. So you'll be fine.” I nod, trying to process all the information Nancy just dumped on me. Sir Oliver, the panty ripper? It's hard to believe that a person could have such a scandalous reputation. “So, um... when are Mr Christopher and his wife coming back from Singapore?” I ask. I've been eager to see Mr and Mrs Calloway since I started working here.

She lowered her head and looked at the menu on the table seriously. After Zane hurried off, the door to the room was opened. A thin boy of sixteen or seventeen years old walked in while holding a notebook. “What would you like to order, miss?” The boy’s youthful voice made Sally’s hands, which was holding the menu, jolt. Abruptly, she raised her head. “Billy?” The boy in front of her was the eldest son of Shawn Summers and Jane Lindell whom she had not seen for ages—Billy Summers!

Tresh’s compliment did not do much to lift her self esteem either, these days she felt that he was just being polite when complimenting her. At Lilly town state department, Detectives Lucas More and Peter were working as fast as they could to compile a list of potential targets of Billy, the serial killer and psychopath prisoner who was convicted to life in prison for his crimes. Billy had escaped custody that morning after overcoming the prison guard and taking his weapon. In just an hour after his escape, Billy had broken into the judge’s home that convicted him, shot him on the head, killing him instantly. Now out in the wind, the Detectives had to find him before he killed more people.