Bluey Bandit Angry Novels & Stories

"I will inform Mr. Vance that you're around. Please come with me." I walked after Skye. Now, I was standing face-to-face with an insane person. Shaun looked angry—very angry. His blue eyes appeared deeper in color. "Sir, she's here." I stood behind Skye, hoping he wouldn't leave. I could handle Skye's anger—he knew I was his "whatever"—but Shaun... who would save me from him? "Skye! Leave!" Shit! I looked at Skye, almost begging, but he didn't give me a glance. As he retreated, I heard Shaun’s thundering voice.

And on Friday morning, another order for room service had been placed as early as 6:30, only for the waitress to meet no response from Frank's chamber but a sinisterly open door that afforded her the view of senator Frank's corpse in lying around in a pool of blood and his lady guest stripped stark naked, beaten to pulp, and tied to the bed frame. Coincidentally--perhaps not so--it was the second case of murder of top dogs in the city within the space of a week, and in a similar pattern at that. The first murder had struck earlier in the week when Henry West-gate, a famous tycoon in the city was set up for a car accident in his Jeep. It had been discovered that the middle-aged business tycoo

She’d been handling his cock. 416 growled. Her gaze flicked up to his face. He watched her with dark, furious eyes. She realized she cradled him still inside her palm and released his cock quickly. “Sorry! I had to remove it.” She glanced down at his appendage and saw the line where the rubber band had injured him was still red and angry looking. “I’m sure it will be okay.”

Something desperate. “You left without saying a word,” Liam said, voice rough with panic. “Why, Blue? Talk to me. Please.” Blue’s throat closed around the thousand things he wanted to scream. Instead, he shook his head and turned away, staring at the blur of headlights. “Go back inside, Liam. The world’s still cheering for you.” “I don’t give a damn about the world right now,” Liam shot back, stepping closer. “I care about you.” A bitter laugh tore from Blue’s lips. “Funny. You cared about me while you were shoving your tongue down someone else’s throat on stage? Was that part of the caring package?”

I roared, the sapphire light of my engine carving a path through the violet static. Sienna looked back, her face a mask of pure, unadulterated fury. "The mechanic wants to play? Fine! Let’s see how she handles a Total-Collapse!" She slammed her hand into the dash of her bike, and the Dead-Loop began to disintegrate. The shimmering light turned into a rain of falling pixels. The track beneath us vanished, leaving us suspended in a free-fall toward the copper conduits of the arena floor. But the Norton wasn't just a bike anymore. It was the Origin-Code.

“Sebastian.” “Sebastian,” Seb smirked. “I like the way that sounds from you, Alexander.” “What? Don’t call me Alexander,” Alex laughed. “It sounds weird coming from you.” “Now that I think about it,” Seb said, moving even closer towards Alex. “Why in the world did you tell me your name was Blue? I get if you wanted to lie about your name but Blue just sounds so random so why Blue?” Feeling colour creep towards his cheek, Alex looked into Seb’s blue eyes. “It’s a secret.”

It was obvious that the Black Tiger Bandits had been alerted of commotion that went down here. “D*mn you, Zephyr!” Clay’s face turned red with rage at the thought of Zephyr stealing his cards. “Where do you think you’re going, punk?” a voice roared like thunder. “How dare you cause trouble in our territory! Die!” One palm attack after another descended violently from the sky, all of these were directed towards Clay as their target. “Uh oh!” said Clay, on the verge of tears.

In his fury, he violently threw the displayed figurines on a table, shattering them and scattering them across the floor. “Boss, the gifts from Mrs. Convocar…” Ms. Anj said regretfully as she watched him. I was also scared by Blue’s actions. I was afraid of what else he might do in his anger. And I didn’t want Beatrice to see that. I didn’t want to see her father in such a rage.

And it worked, although my insides twisted. Anyway, this sacrifice was not in vain. I managed to crash the program and make the camera image near the 'Mad Dog' cell disappear for a while. I had time to talk to him, learn the names of the 'Scarlet Angels', and even see what they looked like, or at least what they looked like from his perspective. Laurens Vermeulen may be a murderer, but he has an artistic talent. His drawing of the 'Scarlet Angels' is almost like a photo - it looks so realistic and has so many details! I'm still surprised how he could remember so much while that these creatures tortured him. But what's more important, I finally got to know their appearance. Of course, I wasn'

"What. have . you. done. Xavier?!" I gritted my teeth in rage , I was trying my best not to lost my cool but his unbothered attitude was making it hard for me. Here I was losing my shit , fighting with my friends, getting stares that trigging my childhood trauma and this fucking ass hole is all chill down as if he has done nothing wrong..... "What? I did nothing Angel, nothing that I had to worry about " "Oh really? Then WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!! JUST WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE POSTING MY PICS LIKE THIS!!"