Butcher Wally Novels & Stories

Finally, I ended up falling on the floor. Looking up, I see Sandy, Cindy, and Mark standing there. Keith walks up to me with a trash bag and dumps flour all over me. I looked up at him, and he was smiling down at me. "Happy Birthday, Loser!" He said and walked away. Keith is our Alpha’s son. A big bully in my life. "I can't believe he would throw flour on you! I'm going to beat his ass. No! I'm going to have Derek beat his ass. You know he hates when Keith bullies you. " Kate said

Sweat plasters the white t-shirt to his chest, rendering the thin cotton virtually translucent. Jesus. This is torture. "My turn," Butcher announces, stepping onto the mat. Butcher is a close quarters fighting specialist, especially good with knives. He’s entirely bald, and as heavily tattooed as I am. He thrives in the brutal, chaotic space where firearms become useless and personal space becomes a battleground. He tosses a solid black rubber training knife onto the mat in front of Oliver. "Pick it up," Butcher orders. Oliver groans, pushing himself off the wall. He picks up the rubber blade, holding it awkwardly in his right hand.

Mason smiled devilishly and rubbed his palms together as the guy returned and handed him the money. “I will pay you back tomorrow. Promise.” Mason beamed. “You can keep it if you want,” he assured. “No, I insist it’s your hard-earned money.” Mason replied as the guy rolled his eyes and slammed the door in his face, mouthing whatever. Bye. *** Alpha Xavier took Amber to a vegetarian restaurant in the middle of the city. They sat near the window, soft city lights shining through the glass. Amber rested her cheek on her palm, staring at the streets outside, cars passing, and streetlights flickering. Her wolf finally felt peaceful, like they had just survived a war.

He backed up to the door and pulled it ajar, letting the bullies enter. Jayce tutted and shook his head as he passed. He was at least a head taller than the rest of them and had fists the size of boulders. Everyone knew this guy was an animal when it came to fighting. It was the consensus that if you got targeted you rolled up and played dead, much like the protocol for a bear attack. "I'm sorry, okay?" Alfie cried. "I'm sorry. I only went with her because she bought me stuff. I don't even like her."

In this freakshow, acting normal makes you the freak. I shook it off, hopped on my scooter, and sped to the Slaughterhouse of Despair. Boss there? King Butcher. Silent, ripped, built like a tank. Favorite food? Garden salad. The irony kills me every time. He didn't say a word, just took the salad. Then he grabbed a cleaver—tiny one, palm-sized. My brain went straight to 'oh great, bug in the salad, I'm about to get diced.' But nope. He pulled out an apple and carved few little bunny out of it, like some Pinterest mom.

At this moment, a voice came from the side, "Little pineapple, what's wrong with you? Do you feel uncomfortable?" She wiped the tears on her face, but his keen eyes saw everything. "Why are you crying? Did my mommy bully you again? " He asked with concern. "No, she didn't." Hazel shook her head. "Did you have a fight with Zac?" Clenching his teeth, Walt said, "If he dares to bully you, just tell me. I'll beat him." "Brother, I'm fine," Hazel said perfunctorily. She could only let the bitter water flow into her stomach, and let herself digest slowly and unable to spit it out.

"Please allow me to attack first!" As he said that, he lunged at me at the speed of light, an alarming rate not all wolves have. Although not transformed, Walter also possesses an overwhelming strength. The combat experience is undisputed; Walter has lived half his life on the battlefield, killing more enemies than he eats; it is not difficult to understand when he easily guessed my every move first when I had time to act. I dodged to find a chance to counterattack, and when Walter lunged at me, I sat down and kicked him in the stomach with my foot. As he staggered, I jumped over him and pulled the knife from my belt to his neck. "Game over!"

He held two rabbits by their back feet, their bodies swinging lazily with each step. My eyes went wide. “Story time later. You need to clean up.” He arched a brow like he was going to argue, then glanced down at himself. “Fair enough.” He handed the rabbits off to Brad. “Here. Take care of these, would you?” Brad took them with a sigh, already moving toward the table. “Guess I’m on butchering duty.” Wallace kicked off his boots near the door and headed straight for the fire and the basin of washwater beside it. He tugged off his bloodstained shirt, baring muscled shoulders that were still dusted with snow.

A small crowd had gathered, eager to witness the next move of the notorious bully. Summoning my strength, I rose to my feet, trying to ignore the throbbing pain radiating from my butt. I met his gaze head-on, anger igniting within me. It was hard not to notice his strikingly handsome face, but it pained me to think that I had once had a massive crush on him. How disappointing and absurd it all seemed now. He was far from good; he was an angelic face concealing a devilish character. "You don't seem to be afraid of me anymore, huh, my nerdy Lily," he taunted, a devious smirk stretching across his face. I longed to wipe that smirk away with a firm slap, but I knew all too well the dire conseque

"Can't you see that I'm proposing to my bride? She is shedding tears of happiness, so why are you interrupting us? Get lost!" Walter looked upset and even a bit murderous as he scolded the makeup artist. "Walter had been acting like a playboy and flirting around with different women all this while. However, he was once a soldier that had taken multiple lives on the battlefield. Therefore, the murderous aura he emitted filled the room, and it was as if the temperature inside the room had dropped drastically as well." "On the other hand, the makeup artist felt as if his murderous aura was choking her, and she could barely breathe right now!"