Bolt X Mittens Novels & Stories

“There are boxes in the truck outside. Go bring them in. All of them.” Seth pauses, then he nods slowly. He keeps the mop aside and walks out without a word. The sun is hot outside, it bakes the ground underneath his worn out boots. He finds the truck parked outside, immediately opening the back and sees several labeled boxes. He grabs one and turns around, coming face to face with a familiar face. “Hey!” Castel waves at him, grinning, wearing her usual oversized jacket, black jeans, and her long hair tied into two braids. She's the only one who speaks to him, she calls herself his friend but Seth doesn't know the definition of that term.

A hot fireman with tattoos. And of course Mittens would be adorable. She'd be mostly black with a smidge of white on her feet — hence the name — and a white ear too. Drew could not say no to Mittens. He'd buy her kitten treats and toys. The man's a softy at heart.

"Vibranium alloy. Shock absorption. And the boots have magnetic soles for climbing." Mia grinned, swinging the batons. "Thanks, Dad. Can I have a motorcycle, too?" "Don't push it." Then, Aurora. Jackson hesitated. He handed her a pair of thin, elegant gloves. "These are new stabilizers. They won't block your power, but they will focus it. So you don't accidentally bring the roof down." "Got it," Aurora put them on. Her hands hummed with energy. Finally, Jackson looked at Kael and Kian.

Caroline suggested, on which Bolt frowned before an idea popped up in his mind. “I’m okay with this. If you’re concerned for me, then why don’t you feed me with your own hand!” Bolt smirked and still tried to have breakfast with his left hand. Caroline couldn’t come back at his suggestion while Artemis mentally patted his wolf for having so much courage to say something like that to Caroline. “By the way, I’m a big dark brown color wolf, just like the hair of Artemis. I will soon give you a ride on me.” Bolt added, telling more about him.

Caroline suggested, on which Bolt frowned before an idea popped up in his mind. “I’m okay with this. If you’re concerned for me, then why don’t you feed me with your own hand!” Bolt smirked and still tried to have breakfast with his left hand. Caroline couldn’t come back at his suggestion while Artemis mentally patted his wolf for having so much courage to say something like that to Caroline. “By the way, I’m a big dark brown color wolf, just like the hair of Artemis. I will soon give you a ride on me.” Bolt added, telling more about him.

“But hey, you’re here now and in one piece.” “Whatcha got there?” Torque asked as he nudged his head to the black box in Holden’s hand. Holden’s face lit up. “I think it’ll be something we can use in the field, but we need to test it out first.” We gathered around Holden as he pried open the box. Inside were six small buttons, each in their own little compartment. “We don’t really need sewing lessons,” Laya said as she plucked one of the buttons out of the box to examine it.

Ronnie asked. Wyatt looked them over like he'd never seen them before, then chose a blue Batman one. Ronnie helped him remove his pajama top and get the T-shirts on one after the other. The outer one he chose was long sleeve and fit perfectly over the others. Then she handed him a pair of pants, the longest ones she could find. "You put clean underwear on last night after your bath, right?" Ronnie asked. Wyatt nodded. "You look nice and warm," Mitch proclaimed from the doorway. "Maybe we ell be able to sled ride later after all."

The pullover is a perfect fit on chest and arm and only the Let It Snow logo looks in any way out of place. As he moves, James, Richard and Larry unfreeze, donning their joke-wear. All sit, refusing to meet each other's eyes. Finally, Richard says, "Well, at least we know the worst is over." Mitch's mouth twitches and she whips something from her pocket, aiming at him: a small control panel. She squeezes a button and Santa's nose starts flashing in time to the tune of Deck The Halls With Boughs Of Holly... Charlotte and Beth both crease up laughing. Mitch extends the controls again to James and his sweater bleeps out Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer, then Michael's bursts into Frosty The Snowm

Me: kk. I left my phone on the couch and went upstairs too change, I put on my favorite comfy, grey sweatpants then a plain black long-sleeve body suit with black crocs to match. I pulled my hair back into a sock bun as I walked to my brother's room. I knocked on the door, "Hey, can you give me a ride?" "Ask Blake." he yelled back. "If I wanted to, I would've." I grumbled. I got no response and pressed my ear against the door, I heard the tapping of the keyboard on his phone, "Can you just take me? It's not even that far."

Her fingers pointed to the black combat boots sticking out of the cart. Jorn gave her a nod. “Cute and water-resistant,” he said, his voice pitched slightly higher as he mimicked her tone. A literal shiver ran down my spine. “How do we make sure he never does that again?” Nate whispered in my ear, equally as weirded out. “I don’t know,” I whispered back. He pointed to one of the other guys who had his hand raised. “What about the lightning bolt? I noticed some of them are purple and some are gold.”