Butcher Wally Novels & Stories

The Tupperware container with the sandwich I packed for lunch, because I can't afford cafeteria food pops open, and bread and turkey go sliding across the hallway. "Stop," I'm begging now, trying to grab the backpack, jumping for it like some pathetic dog. "Please stop, please—" Brianna laughs. It's a bright, cheerful sound that doesn't match the cruelty in her eyes. "Oh my god, this is so sad." Crew's friends, Jason and Marcus, I think their names are—join in, their laughter echoing off the walls. "Please," I'm crying now, I can't help it. Tears blur what little vision I have left. "Please just give it back…"

Blake The butler was driving Mr. and Mrs. Wallace in their Royce, for the first time in a long time Tessa and I were seated behind an SUV holding hands on our journey home. It felt really good to be open close to her again. Sadly it took me being beaten like a thief and shot in frail gut by her lunatic brother for that to happen. I was seated quietly looking through the window. Everything was not back to normal yet so there was not much to talk about.

Hazel inquired, trying to comprehend. "It's like soldiers protecting our country, right? The same way these warriors protect our pack. Alpha Wyatt is our leader," Carol affirmed, seamlessly connecting the concept to Hazel's understanding. "Look," Carol pulled her close to the glass wall. Hazel's eyes were drawn to the intense spectacle outside the glass wall. "Who's that?" she asked, pointing at the unknown figure. Carol's face lit up with excitement. "Our Alpha," she replied. Hazel watched in awe as Wyatt effortlessly faced more than six opponents, each move showcasing the sculpted muscles of his body.

As Carter stumbled forward, he knocked over the waiter's platter. Both he and Mrs. Walker were scalded by the spilled dish. Mrs. Walker's blouse was stained, causing her hasty departure. Carter's hand and arm were red from the burn, and he rushed to the restroom to run cold water over them. Being a troublemaker, he was used to bullying others. This was the first time he'd been on the receiving end, and he was furious. Anger flushed his face as he glared at Wendy, seemingly trying to incinerate her with his eyes.

"Hah! Just think about it, and they'll come. If you want milk, your mother will appear. If you miss your family, your uncle will appear!" He took off his hat, and smoothly spoke the underworld jargon. The butchers inside immediately stopped their work, and replied menacingly, "If you put in half-hearted efforts and bury your head in the sand like an ostrich, how will you achieve great success?" Wyatt replied, "Well, there's plenty of rice on the ground. And voila, a foundation!" Seeing that Wyatt had replied in the correct jargon, the butchers hurriedly entered the back room. After a few moments, a man in traditional robes appeared. He held a smoking piper, and walked over leisurely. "Mr. Ga

What a lame name. However, it did suit the python to some degree. "Just call me Walter Lurch," the python suggested helplessly. "Alright, let's go with that. Why 'Lurch,' though?" Chase agreed after some thought. He asked about the python's choice. "I killed an independent cultivator who had just achieved a breakthrough to martial dominant here. His name was Wally Lurch. He was also known as the Query Warrior." Walter looked proud while telling the story. That man was a worthy opponent, after all.

Wyatt smacks my butt as he walks over to grab the plate that I had made up for him. “An ass slap is no form of payment, Alpha,” I snicker, feeling his arousal at my remark through the bond. “Do you two need the room?” Jade giggled. “Jade! That’s our Alpha right there!” Amelia bumped her shoulder into Jades. “Oh, come on! Do you always have to be a fun sucker?!” Jade lifted her hands in defeat and smacks them down to her sides.

He was wearing gloves. “Hey, Wallie. It’s been a while!” Scorch’s voice did not fit his 45-year-old six-foot-seven size and oval-shaped head. He talked in squeaks. Wale had always thought of Scorch as a more modern version of Chucky, with a more masculine, human body. However the knife and dried dark bloodstains smeared all over his face. “Yeah, I’ve been, you know, busy. Running here and running there.” “I can see how much good fortune it’s brought you.”

He instructed, slipping the note into his pocket. “Now?” Khalid asked, but upon not getting any answer from his boss, nodded. “I see, consider it done, Sir.” With that, he bowed and excused himself. As soon as he was gone, Wally walked over to the mini bar, poured himself a glass of bourbon and downed it in one gulp. “Who would’ve thought,” he murmured, staring at the empty glass as his mind wandered back to last night and the corners of his lips, against his better judgement, tugged upwards a bit.

He waved back at me before making his way back out of the club, sliding right through the mass of swaying bodies. My wolf growled inside my head; angry and irritated at the word ‘mate’. At twenty four, I was the only one in my group who hadn't found their mate yet. Even Derek had found his mate three years ago, while attending Uni. It was a guy named Sawyer Hudson, two years older than him and from a relatively small wolf pack in Somerset County.