Brutus And Pixie Novels & Stories

Bruce stated sternly. “Oh, come on,” Trevor said with a grin. “Where’s your sense of humor?” “Here’s one you might like, Bruce,” Christopher began. “The Brut and the Bitch.” “Oh, good grief!” Bruce exclaimed with disgust and walked to the bar. “Ah, here’s a good paragraph,” Christopher said with a smirk. “Bruce smacked the mistress’s ass as he pressed his erection against her thigh. She reached up and grabbed the front of his brown hair –”

My ears twitched as I heard their hushed conversation. 'Brucie, you thief,' she whispered, giggling. You ate half of it so fast?' 'What's mine is yours, Psycho,' 'Let's share my pain, break your legs, so we can wallow together.' 'You are crazy, break my legs for what, you? I rather go donate all my organs to a mad man than you.' 'Blah blah, you are a psycho too, let's psycho together.' 'I'll pass,' 'Break your leg or I'll tell him you ate my donuts,'

I dug them deep into Blondie's skin drawing out blood. "Stop it, Are you trying to kill her? You're sick, let her go." Braids cried out and Pixie cut hugged her. "Trying to kill her, no way, I'm not a murderer, I can be if I'm pushed to the wall but I'm not. I will let your friend go if you do something for me." "What is it?" Pixie cut asked, narrowing her eyes at me. She didn't look like the woman I had met twenty minutes ago.

he says with a smile. "Yes," I respond. For some reason, the fairies have been inserting pieces of Braxius's memories into his future generations. Fucking fairies! Brixtius pulls me into his body and kisses me deeply. The kiss is like an eternity, and it is like a second. But either way, the pyroclastic cloud hits us, and there is nothing after that. The End.... For Now.

Adam interrupted sternly before turning to me and motioned for me to go on. “Okay,” I drawled out and took a deep breath, “I street fight and I go by Pixie.” I stated. It was the start of what I suspect to be a long speech. The words were itching to be let out and they were on the tip of my tongue but before I could continue, I was interrupted by a loud snort. “No shit,” Zac let out, earning a sharp glare from the other two guys while Monic stifled an amused giggle. I shook my head with a humorous smile on my face.

Walter, that simple fellow, and Norm, that little child, naturally could not appreciate the subtleties. The two began playing and fighting carelessly. Although Brutus appeared crude, having experienced many romantic affairs, he understood these matters to some degree.