Butcher Gang Bendy Novels & Stories

Baldy, get them! At Susan's order, the gangster in the lead, Baxter Baldwin, often called "Baldy" because of his bald head, walked up to Damian and gave him a hard look. He flared his nostrils and looked aggressively at Damian before bursting out in laughter. "So, it was you who bullied my girl, huh? You bastard, I swear I'm going to beat the living shit out of you today!" With that, Baxter swung his bat in the air and smashed it down in the direction of Damian's head.

"The nurse told me what you've been doing. Thank you for taking care of me, even if it meant not taking care of yourself." I smiled, "Thank you for saving my life, even if it meant nearly losing your own." Beginning my long list of things to thank him for. "It's alright, I knew my girlfriend would take care of me!" Our laughs were interrupted by a knock on the door which ripped us out of our little moment. We watched as the door opened and my smile turned into a straight line as two policemen walked into the room. "The two individuals have been identified as Blake Lucifer and Dominic Secter, Skulls and Bones gang member and street fighter." One said into a mic, "You are both under arrest alo

All I cared about was my mothers happiness, I just hoped she was making the right choice by getting married to him. “Don't worry Brielle, your mother is making the right choice, i'm not just saying it because he's rich. Your mom is an adult and she knows exactly what she wants, you have to trust her” Ryan said “I'm not worried about my mom, it's the family she's marrying into im worried about, davis son” I said “Why are you worried about his son? You already met him? Is he hot?” “His son is Mateo, Mateo caldwell, my ex bully”

It hung in the air like winter frost, thick enough to taste. I adjusted my wire-rimmed glasses, the metal cold against the bridge of my nose, and smoothed down the cuff of my charcoal wool waistcoat. On my mahogany desk sat a stack of encrypted reports, flight manifests, and regional council manifests that felt almost as heavy as a loaded weapon. Outside these walls, the Finnish criminal underworld was waking up like a nest of disturbed vipers. News of the failed ambush at the bakery had spread through our encrypted channels in less than twenty minutes. Milan’s men had tested our perimeter, and they had failed. But wolves didn't pack up and leave just because they lost a scout; they only gre

With a loud scream, he chose to self-destruct too. “Butcher?!” Alex watched as his friend died in front of his eyes. “My love!” After that, he heard a painful wail coming from Bunty, his lover Stella. “Bunty, come back!” Jade screamed. She then swung the heavy Martello Celio, jumping straight into the air and rushing towards Bunty to stop her. Despite this, Bunty was already blinded by bloodthirst and rage, slaughtering every Undead in her way as she ran towards Butcher’s corpse.

Titus smirked. It didn’t take a genius to know that Titus doesn’t like this guy. “Whatever!” Bronx mumbled as we headed inside. “You’re pretty bruised up Zae,” Bentley said worriedly. “I’ll be fine,” I smiled reassuringly. “Why aren’t you healing?” Titus asked Bronx. “Bitch used silver blades,” Bronx spat. Four growls were directed back at him, and I was surprised since the forth one was Titus himself. “Serves you right!” Thane growled. I held his hand.

He clutched at his stomach, which was soaked in blood, and a large fork was sticking out of his right hand. Ximena rushed to his side, trying to support him as she demanded, "What the hell happened to you?" "Shit!" He cursed, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. "The leader of that Italian gang is crazy... I don't want to do business with them again, he complained about us leaving him out in the sun, and when I tried to reason with him, he said he didn't want to work with us anymore..." he explained, his words came out rough, like it hurt him to speak. "Just because we kept him waiting, he started getting violent, he shoved a fork into my hand and when I tried to defend myself, and I wa

Veins bulged on his forehead, and he looked terrified. He did not understand why it would turn out this way. “Beanpole, are you alright?” Big Guy hid in a dark corner and asked in a low voice. Beanpole glanced at him. Pfft… He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. “I…” Beanpole widened his eyes and only managed to utter one word before he collapsed lifelessly on the ground. Big Guy was shocked. Beanpole was one of the best fighters of the Verdant Gang, but he was unable to withstand even one punch from the butler!

“She looks like fresh meat and the college rugby team is outside.” “Understood,” he salutes as he comes over to stand next to us in a more protective stance. “We’re just here to indulge in some good old-fashioned gluttony.” The bouncer shakes his head at the archaic deadly sin reference. “Just don’t let your gluttony make the papers, ya hear”

In their eyes, their friend has gone mad—why else would he kiss me? Suddenly, one of his friends whistles loudly with two fingers stuffed into his mouth. I recognize him as Henry Scampert. He has been relentless in his bullying ever since middle school. There was this one time he dipped my whole face in the toilet, and trust me, he didn't care that I was a girl. He still used all of his force. "Brandon!" He shouts. "Did you lose a bet or something?!" Brandon freezes before slowly putting me back down on the ground. I have no idea what could be going through his head. Despite this, I still hide behind him when Henry approaches us. Brandon glances down at me in return, and some emotion I can't