Blitzo X Moxxie Novels & Stories

"Because I sure as hell knows he would rather take his own life than support a faggot son." Without hesitation, my fist flew through the air, connecting with Damario's jaw and sending him crashing into the locker. I lunged forward, ready to grab his hair and slam his face into the metal, but Damario ducked at the last second. My fist rammed into the iron locker instead, sending a searing pain through my knuckles. "Talking with your fists, huh?" Damario panted, his eyes blazing with fury as he grabbed my neck and slammed me against the hard wall. A swift kick landed in my ribs, making my breath hitch.

But I hear her: the whimpers, the pleas, the screams. And I feel myself, the heat, the pressure, the impending descent toward something I averse but can’t prevent. Tristan’s voice is glacier, “Louder, Bunny. Or the Hounds decide.” I hate that my body doesn’t care about morality when it needs release. “Carlton, baby, don’t—” Mom’s voice fades. Another crunch. Another finger. I moan louder than her scream, and I’ve never felt more suicidal. “Where do I find them?” Tristan’s smeared blade catches the light. “The Black Mojo is powerful, yet almost non-existent to the world. Give me names, Delinda.”

The growing silence lowered the temperature of the room by a few degrees. "I don't like it when someone intentionally messes up with another member of the pack, Moana," Blaze’s deep voice boomed after a while, like a rumbling of thunder. Both Moana and Gayle flinched. They bowed, even more, shuddering in fear.

Ace's face is so dark and grim, the room became eerily quiet. "I'm far way too brainy and flawless than you are to refer to me as a fish...bitch..." Blaze's cold and mocking voice suddenly broke the silence of the entire room. Gasps floated like a wave, looking at Blaze's icy cold expression. ****😲😳😲****

he promised. Bella nodded reluctantly. Blaze sighed and pulled her into a hug. He kissed the crown of her head with love. "You take care," he said. "Ok" she replied quietly. Suddenly his eyes glazed over as his brother Brandon is trying to contact him. 'Brother, Mois is dead' Brandon muttered with anger. Blaze frowned once he heard this news. 'So the culprit is one step ahead of them' he thought. "Damn it" he cursed out loud.

I giggled. "No that's no- fuck it just do it after." She said and cut off the link. Damn, she must be really furious. "This is going to be fucking interesting." Noah said as he leaned on the wall behind us. "Yeah..." —————————————————— "And this how the system immune is created, any question?" Blaze asked as the girls who he designated to be his assistant, stayed too close to him much to my displeasure. She was touching him, his strong arms. She can't fucking do that!

Her eyes were gold and burning. "There it is," Lena said. "There's my power." She charged. Nell raised her hands. The power came but it was too much. It burned through her. She screamed. Lena tackled her. They rolled across the grass. Lena pinned her. The knife was at Nell's throat. "Any last words?" Lena whispered. Nell looked up at her. At the gold eyes. The blood. The madness. "I'm not done," Nell said. She grabbed Lena's wrist. The mark on her palm the one Lena had put there burned black.

Blythe: "Because I need something to hope for." Xavier: "You still think I'm hope?" Blythe: "I think you're the truth. And that terrifies everyone." Intercut: Vito's Trap Melka (placing sealed scroll on the obsidian desk): "Confirmed. Physical intimacy. Witnessed. Logged." Vito (smiling as he stamps it with black wax): "Treason wrapped in silk sheets." Melka: "What now?" Vito: "Now, we wait for the flame to devour them both." The Fire Cracks

He holds on like this shitstorm’s just background noise. “Yeah,” he says. “I gave up. I gave up a lot of things.” I know he did. Racing. The chaos. The adrenaline. The fucking freedom. But he didn’t lose himself—he found something else. Us. Whatever the hell that even means right now. Felix glares at Blaze, like he’s looking at a stranger. “You’ve changed, Blaze,” he mutters. “I don’t know who the hell you are anymore.” I lean forward, meeting his stare head-on. “You got a problem with that?”

That was the difference with Natalie. Isaac held a proud smile almost hitting Adrian on the shoulder in joy but stopped and stretched his hands instead. Another one to go and it was over. The last truck came, Natalie was on one side while Isaac was on the other. This time they didn’t do the same thing they need to have some evidence. Hitting the locks the door flew open and the money flew out. After some money was laid down on the road. Isaac took out a low explosive bomb and threw it inside as they made a U-turn quickly leaving it behind. The truck burst into flames. Tomorrow will surely be an epic day for the news channel.