Blocky X Woody Novels & Stories

"Don't worry, from now on, no one will trouble you again." Visibly relieved, Woody murmured, "Oh good, thanks." Just as Emily and Sandy were about to leave, Woody suddenly stepped forward to stop Sandy. His handsome face turned unexpectedly red up to his neck, making him look like a cooked shrimp, especially striking given his pale complexion. "What is it?" Sandy asked him. Woody suddenly became awkward, the tall man hunched over, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. Annoyed by his hesitance, Sandy blurted out, "If you have something to say, just say it. Why are you acting like this?"

That was another journey. I walked slowly dragging my bruised foot along as I made my way toward the backyard. I arrived at the corner and I could see a figure splitting the wood. It was a man who was in nothing else but shorts. I watched him flex his muscles as he split the wood with one strike. I couldn’t help but stare at him. Then, the man relaxed and dropped the ax. He turned around and I saw those silver eyes. They were familiar. It was him. The big black wolf. As our eyes met, he raised an eyebrow at me in confusion. I, on the other hand, took in his features. He had short black hair and a sharp jawline. His body was ripped and his olive skin was lubricated by his sweat which made it

It was a dick pic of the two of us, "Let's do date night at Rob's shop and do some woodworking...starting with these!" Before she could respond, we followed up with meeting request. ***************************************** It was a week or so when I was in the greenhouse repotting a couple things, when Bryan showed up with a 6-pack, "Hey, with the wives out to dinner, I thought we could do some woodworking and knock back a few." I don't know where my head was, but I cluelessly said, "Sounds good...what's the project? if I don't have something, we can run out to get lumber."

"We'll still run tests." "Do that." The moment they left, Brooks and I headed straight to my office. He plugged the flash drive into an isolated laptop that wasn't connected to any network. "Ready?" he asked. "As I'll ever be." The screen flickered. Only one file appeared. VIDEO_001. Neither of us spoke, brooks clicked it. Static filled the screen and then the picture slowly became clear. It looked like security camera footage. Dark and grainy with the time stamp missing as a woman appeared on the screen, she was running barefoot and was obviously terrified. She kept looking behind her as though someone was chasing her.

Brian in turn excitedly wielded the saber, creating an impenetrable shield. No matter how powerful Woody's fist was, it couldn't be harder than a steel blade, could it? Woody was too arrogant, and he would soon pay for it! But Brian's joy vanished at the next second. Woody's seemingly ordinary punch pierced through Brian's defenses without any resistance. Woody's fist rapidly approached Brian's face. Then, it hit him! Brian's head violently swung back. Instantly, his vision went blurry too as a black eye began forming. "Pfft!"

Josephine was so shocked watch Nicole, it cracked Josephine up and she began laughing. Deep down it was so weird for Nicole, because she knew that she was a werewolf, so how come was she so tired just walking this little distance with Josephine. It made Nicole a bit unhappy and pissed off with her own self, and it immediately prompted her to begin working out more often. The next day Nicole enrolled into a gym and for a karate class, that way she would be able to hone her skills in case she would encounter oppositions during her mission to pull down the organization that Jeremy and her father worked for.

I shoved my phone back into my pocket and made my way to the bar. The music was so loud, I could feel it in my ribs. The bass thrums through my veins. I caught the bartender's eye and mouthed Mill Street. With a nod, he started filling a pint glass. “Yo, man!” I turned. Woody, our goalie, was walking toward me, Parker Lockwood right behind him. I still wasn’t sure if Woody was actually his name. Nobody called him anything else. “How did you manage not to miss this party?” Woody said, pulling me into a quick dap.

Yet the next day everything goes back to normal, with the rest of her memory friends acting like they didn’t just try to kill her a day before. For today just like any other that kachi had sounded annoyed, kira had no idea as to what was the cause so as usual, she ignored her for as long as she could. Hoping that by the time the aftermath of kachi’s annoyance would come, then she would be at least done with Madam M’s hair. As she worked, she tried to remember kachi from the time they played together in the woods. The memory of her face was abit vague now, but kira remember that kachi was abit older than the rest of the kids that played together with her.

He just turns and walks away leaving me frozen in place with his words hanging. I try to shake it off. He’s bluffing. He always is. Ryan Blackwood... the school’s number one dangerous boy... loves to play mind games. Everyone knows that. Still, the chill in his voice refuses to leave me so I decide to forget the whole thing ever happened. At least… I try to. *** A few days later I’m in my room helping Cara with her homework when the front door slams open. “Elena!” she shouts with her voice sharp with anger.

Woody's facial expression turned gloomy. "What? Are you both afraid of that scumbag?" Matty snorted while he teased them. He was trying to provoke them. To his surprise, Woody and Danny were both silent. They were indeed afraid of someone much stronger than them. If they wanted to tackle Frederick in other ways, they would need more than a couple of days. Matty's eyes and mouth became wide open when he saw this. Was he right? Were his father and grandfather afraid of the scumbag? W-Who exactly was he?