Boxman X Venomous Novels & Stories

one of them muttered. “Marcus doesn’t have to,” I snapped. “This isn’t about him. This is between me and Ryder now.” I turned around, my eyes landing on the wooden crate sitting in the corner — the one that had arrived from one of our black market suppliers last week. Inside was a small, coiled shadow — venomous in every way except literal. A cobra. Non-poisonous, but beautiful, sleek, terrifying. Perfect. “You,” I said, pointing at Cody. “Get that box ready. We’re sending Ryder a little gift.”

Two minutes later, Zach walked into the most luxurious room in the club with blood all over his hand but none on his suit or his crisp white shirt. Big Al was reduced to a stammer as he stared at the man making himself comfortable across the table from him. “Who... How...Who...” He could not formulate the right question to ask this strangely calm man. “Are you here to kill me?” He finally asked once he had gotten control over his tongue. “No,” Zach answered calmly, “As I said, am here to talk.” He poured himself a glass of wine after wiping the blood off his hand using the paper towels on the table. “I am simply here to claim on my investment.”

The fact that one day turned into three, without so much as a call, text, or smoke signal. The knock on my door dragged me from my thoughts. Speak of the devil, and he shall appear. Venom entered, looking like he’d lost a fight to a garbage truck. Bruises painted his face, and his suit looked like it had been crumpled under a drunk elephant. “Well, well,” I drawled, leaning back in my chair. “If it isn’t the man of the hour. What happened, Venom? Did you moonlight as a punching bag for charity, or did you just lose a very aggressive game of tag?”

Amy said, eyeing the way Isadora’s fingers twitched against her thigh. “Been too long since I’ve twisted a neck,” she said, almost wistfully. “Or put a bullet straight through someone’s chest.” Amy chuckled low. “You might get your chance tonight.” Thomas entered then, wiping his hands on a rag, smelling faintly of engine oil and gunpowder. He glanced between them, reading the room immediately. Amy exhaled smoke and leaned forward on the desk. “Alright, felons. Let’s catch this motherfucker.”

said Samuel Drako, a hint of a smile appearing on his face, knowing that the time to show authority had arrived. He raised his hand, and a few of his men stepped forward, brandishing solidified gasoline guns and spraying them at the airborne stinger wasps. Flames were the bane of flying insects. A wave of flame spray extinguished most of them. "Haha. See? With Green Venom Manor around, there's nothing to fear at all," Samuel laughed triumphantly. Seeing this, the others felt a bit reassured, thinking that Green Venom Manor was indeed reliable. After a round of actions, the reputation of Green Venom Manor soared.

He deepened his hands into the purse, strapped on his waist, and brought out a wooden box, similar to the one beside Bozo. “My lord can have mine. Not the best, but powerful enough to soothe your palate.” Bozo snatched the box from the man’s hands and started driving tones and tones of the black powder into his nose, with his thumb. The tobacco was not as smooth as he would have wanted them. But it was powerful as Chimba had predicted, enough to keep him sane until noon. “Ahh, this is good.” Bozo rubbed his nose. Chimba smiled and buckled his purse. He did not move again. For all Bozo could tell, the man had suddenly grown into a statue of some sort.

Just as he made it into the room, he was met with wide eyes, full of shock and horror. He pretended as if he didn't see the expression, "You pissed someone off, didn't you?" He said as he walked closer. "It's not every day that I come back from the store to find some man groaning in pain inside an alley, who I get to take home, you know." He put the bowl of congee onto the table, next to the empty glass and pain pills. Looking up at the still silent man, he thought that maybe Kenchiki broke him. That would be unfortunate. He was so looking forward to playing with him and breaking him himself.

“Now, you sold out our intel to the Gambinos, am I right?” “What?” The man seemed to be in disbelief. No I—“ Lazaro slammed his fist into the man’s face again, cutting the words from his mouth, and blood splattered out of his nostrils as he staggered backwards. “Two chances left,” Lazaro muttered in a stabbing cold, emotionless voice. “How did you get the intel for those goods?” “Listen I—“ Another vicious slam in the face, and the man’s head rolled backwards. I swallowed hard, shivering to my bones. And I felt Jaxon come up close to me then.

All what he had learnt from his father’s notes, all what he had thought himself would finally show. He got his device and filled it with a total of five bottles. “What do they do?” Karou asked. “I specialize in all types of poisons and toxins. You can’t have that in a real gun so I had to manufacture my own kind of weapons”. “Looks fancy” Megumi said. The needle came out and he pierced the first guy in the neck and went over to rest. Needles changed of course. He was in a gang, his sense of hygiene didn’t have to go with it. He had already put that factor in his gun to change the needles with every dose.

Unknown POV: ‘Босс, я наблюдаю за целью’ (boss I have eyes on the target) ‘Делайте всё, что необходимо, я хочу, чтобы она вернулась ЖИВОЙ!’ (do what you need to do. I want her back ALIVE!) ‘Понял, босс. Вы все слышали босса: захватить Веном Виксен ЖИВОЙ!’ (copy that boss, you guys heard the boss capture Venom Vixen ALIVE!). From a Manson in New York City. ‘you better hope we are able to get her back because not only was she able to be free and escape with your wife but she killed 20 of my best men.’ he says ‘you let me worry about that I know how to get my daughter to obey with just a single sentence’ an older man says. ‘Best believe it works because she wasn’t supposed to escape that easily