Boxtrolls Novels & Stories

TALIA Upon finally succeeding in taking every last penny from me, Madam Coco came through and handed me a box with four darts inside. I’d deliberated on it for a while but eventually concluded that the darts were a much more efficient tool for infiltration and worth the extra cost. I didn’t even bother thanking her or saying goodbye, relieved that I’d never have to smell the disgusting mix of old lady perfume and cigarettes, or hear her raspy smoker’s voice, again.

"What's your name?" The brunette hesitated, the fire dimming as uncertainty crept in. "Katie." "Nice to meet you Katie, my name is Bobby." The vampire nodded towards her colleague. "This is Alex. You probably recognise him from when our team infiltrated the pack under the guise of working with your old alpha." "Yeah, I remember. Had a face like you were permanently sucking a lemon." The she-wolf snipped. "Still do." "Maybe it was the company that was leaving a sour taste." Alex shot back calmly, his not-so-subtle insult hitting its mark perfectly.

And I knew he would never forgive me for this. Does he love me? “You’ll probably catch a cold if you stay here a few more minutes,” a voice said from behind me. I glanced at Mathew over my shoulder and smiled when I saw a fluffy coat in his hands. He walked up to me and handed me the coat. “Thanks,” I said and put it on. “Have you heard anything from Luther or Cassius?” His eyes fell to sadness as he shook his head. “Boss may have gone to one of his underground fighting clubs. Because when he is sad or angry he goes there for a good fight.”

Blake yells as he struggles with the chains. "We're laughing at that tiny thing you call a dick. We had to get a microscope to verify you were even a man. I think the cockroaches in your packhouse are bigger than that thing." I tell him. He turns red with anger. "Come over here, bitch, and I'll show you want I can do with it." He screams at me. I shake my head. "No thanks. I think Scott has something special for you." I nod to the young man, who smirks as he picks up one of the rods.

I think I will alternate the names but I like dickhead better. “This is unbelievable.” Abel mutters and walks away. “I want to make amends. Allow me to do that. I want you two back.” “Don’t you think it’s too late for that? Do you think it has been easy for us?” Jim asks angrily. “Oh my!” we hear exclamations and turn to see what is happening. Some people look at the dickhead and shake their heads as I notice his face on the screen. “Fuck!” he curses and tries to move but Trey grabs him by the collar and glares at him.

Oakley’s eyes are glossy, and Ford growls. “Mind your own business, Axton” “Oh it is my fucking business. What is wrong with you?” I’m in his space within a second, pushing him into the lockers. I’m slightly bigger than Ford, but he’s still pretty bulk. “Fuck off Axton” he growls again, trying to scare me off. I shove at his chest again, my voice a deep rumble. “You fuck off. Don’t fucking touch him again, Ford. I mean it "I growl, my wolf pushing forward.

-Tomorrow my boy fights and I want you to go see him and tell me what you think- he says as I approach him once I'm off the treadmill. -And why do I have to go, I mean, my opinion is no big deal- I say with a shrug. - You have the blood of a Walker in your veins and you know a lot about boxing, since you were a little girl- he answers confidently. -All right, then send me the address and the time of the fight so I don't forget, what's his name- I ask. -The devil Cambell - he answers smiling. -Okay, as you say- I make a gesture of indifference.

"Can I add some history, or do you want to just..." "Get to the point. Just write things that have to do with his contributions, "I murmur, starting to move my caresses up her ankle now. I lift up the pajama pants she's wearing and let my fingers travel lightly along the soft skin of her calf, "Midnight, I have something to tell you. There's an account on Twitter called Redboxinggloves and.... well, it started out as an account for information but now they just post gossip and hate towards me. The person who runs it is anonymous, but it's obviously someone who trains at Beast Maker because.... well, they know about you. And they took a couple of pictures of you." "What?" She asks, looking up

Alex stood up from his seat, before Raymond could say any further, he saw himself pinned against the wall, Alex hand flew to his neck, as he grabbed his throat, he watched Raymond fight helpless for a chance to breathe again, " If you mess with me using my mother's death, I will not only kill you, I will make sure you have a very painful death, burn your body, and scatter your ashes to the four corners of the earth, If you....."

in relief and turned to go his way, when suddenly, Alexa turned back at him, running at a fast pace. "Give the box up!" Alexa commanded hoarsely as she let her hands hold the box once again, tightly. "Never!" Bob replied firmly, holding his side of the box as tightly as he could. Alexa started dragging the box and forgetting that the box was made out of paper, kept on yanking it out of Bob's grip. Bob on the other hand wouldn't give in, and so she wouldn't. They dragged so hard at their ends until the box ripped and her bras and Panties flew out of it.