Buggy X Shanks Novels & Stories

With Xander distracted, I stab the piece of shrapnel into his stomach. "Stupid girl. It's going to take a lot more than that to kill me." Xander half laughs. Using my mind, I rip his body to pieces. The more I rip him apart, the faster his body gathers the missing pieces, rebuilding him. "What part of immortal do you seem to not understand?" Xander taunts. I push my hand towards him, landing on his chest. I feel myself smirk as he's thrown away from me towards a tree. I focus my energy on the metal in his stomach, pushing it further into him. I manage to twist it in deeper.

"Good," Shannon said, as she began to rip the package open. The black leather ring, fell to the bed just below Ron's balls. It was less than in inch wide, and had 4 holes closer to one end, and a about a half inch long rod protruding near the other end, obviously to be inserted through one of the eyelets. Shannon picked it up and experimented with how it hooked together. "I don't get it, Rick's was just solid rubber that rolled down over his dick. How does this stay together?"

“Stop right there, bitch. You won't be able to escape from me. You will be punished for your stupid actions." Too focused on Calvin's terrible threats, Shanon didn't realize that she was running towards the roots of a giant tree that was sticking out above the ground. The tip of the sole of her shoe tripped on one of the tree roots. Shanon's body fell forward and fell heavily on the sharp rocks. She grimaced in pain. This time she didn't have the strength to get up. Her whole body ached. She sprained her ankle. "There you are." “Please, let me go. Don’t hurt me."

The gym was fully equipped and I wondered why I never knew something like this was here all along. ' Okay enough of your questions, why don't we get on with our training? or do you want to back out,'' Xander said as he slid into a more comfortable shoe, but no one told me what was going to come next, because I almost lost balance as soon as Xander took off his shirt. I had always known he was well-built, but what I didn't know was that he had all this muscle packed underneath his shirt. You know when people have 6 packs, Xander had 12.

Cautious not to make a sound, and make my presence known, I slowly make my way towards the old shack. I take another moment to regain my senses. Xavier's familiar scent gets stronger near the back of the shack. So instead, I go in the shack, making my way up to the top level. I keep my guard, as I look for a vantage point. I can see some holes spouting through the old timber of the building. I make my way to the first hole, and peer out. I can see Xavier out the corner, crouching behind one of the old cars. I move to the far end of the wall, to get a better angle. I peer out one of the holes, and find that I have a clear shot to him. I line up, and fire. I cheekily decide to shoot him in the

I say. "That's my girl!" Xavier shouts and Aiden growls his disagreement. I shrug it off and down shot after shot. Skullz does exactly as I asked. He keeps them coming. Alcohol doesn't affect shifters usually. Unless you consume large amounts in the space of a small amount of time.

Bloody retribution for Riley's pain. They entered the room swiftly after a glance around to ensure the men were sufficiently distracted. Whoever had left the door open had made an extremely stupid mistake. Probably thought he was giving them a quick exit. Instead, he'd given Soloman and Roman an easy in. Shank was laid out on the bed with a stomach wound while another man was leaning over him doing a shit job of patching him up. "Fuck!" Shank snarled, reaching for a gun at his side. "Don't you fucking dare," Roman snarled, stalking toward the bed, his own weapon steady on the gangbanger, ready to take him out if he even thought about twitching toward the weapon.

Those looked quite real to him. Toby got Phelton to take off his shoe and make a footprint right next to one of the fake ones before he lowered himself into a squatting position and began explaining, “If you looked here, Xandar, you’d see that the fake one went too deep at the second and and third toe while leaving the first, fourth and fifth toe print in unequal depth. It isn’t possible to assert one’s weight only on two toes when one is walking, much less when one is running. That’s the problem with this print. That one,”

Xoan offered weakly. Sheldon narrowed his eyes, hands in his pockets as he stood aloofly. "How is that possible? Marcus has always been indifferent to such accolades. Why would he rashly try to win by speeding up? He loves racing. Wouldn't he know how dangerous that is?" The explanation clearly was not convincing enough. "Bro, do you know that you have a habit of fidgeting with your cuff when you lie?" Sheldon suddenly shot at Xoan. Xoan looked at his hand and found it motionless. Sheldon's lips formed a smile, but there was an unsettling quality to his expression. "I'm just joking. Did you really believe me?"

He carries himself with a maturity that belies his years. I’ve always thought of Seb and Xander as almost like twins; they were so similar as boys, both physically and in how they interacted. But now, as they’ve grown older, the differences are becoming more apparent. Xander’s build is filling out, his shoulders broadening into a distinct triangle that gives him a commanding presence. Though he and Seb are still the same height, Seb is narrower, his frame leaner. Despite Seb nearing his 18th birthday, Xander is clearly developing faster, his physique is more advanced.