Blackbeard's Too Novels & Stories

“In private.” “Excuse me,” I said and walked away with Nevan, “What is the issue?” “I figured out a way to blackmail Mr Beckham,” Nevan said, “As far as we know there is one thing about Mr Beckham that isn’t public, he doesn’t attend public events because of it and even if he does, he has a lot of security and he is very fast.” I looked at Nevan with confusion, “What is that?” “He can’t hear perfectly fine, he uses a hearing aid, that's Mr Beckham’s weakne……”

"They want me to eat raw flesh like an animal? To prove I’m worthy of being hunted by one?" "Precisely," Denis said, his voice clipped. "I suggest you find a way to keep it down. If you can't survive the meal, you certainly won't survive the Black Ridge." "How fascinating," I let out a bitter laugh. My father sold me to a beast, and now the beast's family wants to see if I can stomach the same gore he does. Was this the standard hospitality for Caravian brides? Or just the ones they suspect of being... unfit?

I want to show them how unhappy I was with everything going on. " Wear this, and hold this in your right hand" she said. I nodded my head and held the beaded ropes in my right hand. I walked out of my room with a fake smile on my face. I needed to let everyone know that I was okay with it even when I was far from being okay with it. The door to the big hall opened for me. It was under the cold light of the council members. I looked to the other side and saw my council members with Father in the midst of them.

With a scary look on his face, that man was gazing at Beast. Beast ordered a table and put his hand on it. In a nick of time, the colour of the light bulb turned red and Beast turned into a butcher, who was separating every single finger from his hand. The man was screaming in pain. But Beast was standing in a relaxed posture doing his work. Similarly, he also separated the fingers from his other hand. Now it was the turn of his feet.

Not without the moon goddess at his command! “Oi, free up some Lassie, we're not bad wolves you know? Only a little ugly no?” The boulder of a wolf with one sunken eye and the other the size of a beach ball in his frog-like head cooed and I gaped at him like he had gone mad. The monster had to be the one they called Eagle eye. The Pink-eyed monster’s right-hand man. A shiver of trepidation straightened my spine as the memory of the beast’s mangled face reared in my mind until I’d stomped it out.

Look there, huh? - Of course I understand, Heitor", I pointed to the TV, "That one there, in the red and blue clothes is Steve Rogers, Captain America. The one that turns green is the Hulk and the woman ah, she is the Black Widow, there is also the Iron Man Tony Stark ... Even though I was 28 years old I was a superhero fan. I loved the whole universe of super powers, fighting evil and all that stuff. I want a power to end Miguel's race...good idea

The EMT lady cried in frustration. “I do not believe our perpetrator is a who. It shows more of a what, from the appearance of this death scene. Perhaps, a male black bear that preys on humans. They are hostile toward people, and whatever did this appears aggressive. It could be anything, although I won't accept this as the result of some human being doing.” The police director reveals this to his subordinates. “If this is an attack of a beast, then we are obliged to keep our eyes observant and ears alert. It could be lurking in the shadows. Stay wide-awake chaps, do not let your defenses down! Have your guns on standby and flashlight focus!” Another police officer shouted.

He screams in agony before the black beast drags him down from the tree before tearing off the arm and chewing before swallowing it before the eye of that man in black that reflect only terror. The Black beast is Blacky that snifing and licking the wound of that man arm like a delicious candy. It then looking at Fatty Pao smile and pant while using his front paw to point at the man in black who got his arm torn off. It’s acting cute and whimpering at Fatty Pai like a cute little puppy. “Blacky He’s not your food you know. At least wait until our master has done interrogating these three first.” Said Fatty Pao before bringing three men in black with the help of Bl

“Of course, Miss Blackwood. I merely would like to apologize. I did not know the full meaning of this assembly. I in no way support the idea of making a woman feed on a man she despises.” “You are a gentleman, Mr. Beauxdera,” I said. “Thank you. But it is my decision, and I will manage.” He smiled. “I respect your courage. Should you ever need my help, simply seek out my airship, the SnickeringBovine. It can often be found hovering above Hyde Park.”

I did everything to be a good friend, only to be treated as my so-called best friend’s scapegoat. When her husband found cigarette ash in their house, she claimed I was the one smoking. When she snuck off for a private rendezvous with her lover, she told him she was celebrating my birthday. And when she got pregnant, she pinned the blame on me again, declaring I was consumed with jealousy—that I had spiked her drink and hired someone to violate her. Enraged, her husband marched to my doorstep wielding a blade and hacked me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the exact day she had asked me to cover for her affair.