Call Me Mister Flintstone I Can Make Your Bedrock Novels & Stories

~ Mrs stone~ “So you finally agreed to let my boy start working in your company”, Mrs Stone uttered through the phone with an air of sudden achievement. “I assume you called for something important and just to refresh your memory jothan’s my son too,” Mr Robert answered very irritated when he heard her voice, he was way too in a hurry to end the call with her. A call with her never amounted to anything. “Oh wow, this calls for celebration, you finally recognize him as your son?!” She spews out.

Who in the hell was he to judge what I do to support myself? "Well, my own personal international corporation never came through like yours did. Mr. Blackstone. I resorted to modeling. I like sleeping in a bed as opposed to a park bench. And heat. The winters here suck!" The snark in my voice rang out pretty clear even to my ears.

"I sure could use a strong guy like you to help me cover this hole." A warm feeling bubbles up inside of me at his praise. He thinks I'm a strong guy. Saluting in the way he showed me, I shout, "Yes, Sir," and run back towards the car. Flinging open the door, I grab a second shovel and pull it out of the car with a solid thunk. It's heavy, but I can lift it. I've been working out with Mr. Jersey on the weekends when Mama Evelyn is busy with Mr. D.

"And a very formidable one at that. Just got out of a meeting with your ubderbosses. Your induction is in a month and those fuckers have never been so silent during a meeting. I could literally feel the fear, Luca. Good job." Did I forget to mention that Ricardo is the only person alive allowed to call me Luca? The only other person is six feet under and every other fucker addresses me as Blackstone. "What can I say? I love a good challenge. Sullivan and his men proved to be an...interesting sport." "Ah, good stuff. You should have paged me. I hate to miss out on all the fun." He takes a swig of his beer and continues, "Could have helped you wring a neck or two."

Then I fell into a deep darkness. The next morning, I wake up in an unknown bed. My clothes are scattered on the ground and the mysterious man is lying next to me. I jumped out of the bed in a panic. I grabbed my clothes and head for the door. Before I can reach the door, I see a flash. Mr. Mysterious is blocking the doorway. Fear takes over me. “Relax Princess, I’m not going to hurt you. I just wanted to thank you for last night. My name is Flint by the way.” He reaches for my face and gently caresses my cheek.

I wouldn’t be able to defend myself if I needed to, and tomorrow’s hangover is going to be brutal. During the ride, I can’t help but picture Nolan and Flint in the back, sizing each other up while I struggle to stay awake, and Dalton drives smoothly. As soon as we walk in, Ian gestures to Flint, directing him toward the basement. Flint looks me over, clearly unimpressed. “Go sleep it off. You’re not helping anyone like this.” As he heads for the basement stairs, I call out, “I’m a person, Flint. Sometimes I just need to be good for myself.”

✨Crickets✨ Then, I heard his voice, colder than before, "Well, Miss. Greene, that's not my problem. You are going to be in that house at exactly three, whether you like it or not." —And he hung up. I stared ludicrously at my phone screen as if it was a magical gadget that descended from the moon. When I finally retrieved my dead brain, I said, "Rude." "What's rude?" I heard a voice say behind me and I whirled around in surprise. It was Crystal. "Err, nothing," I stuttered. "I said 'dude' not 'rude. You must be hearing stuff, haha." She narrowed her eyes at me, reading my expression like a telepathic dweeb. "Dude, what's wrong with you? You're looking all flushed and-"

"Well, you can call me Mike, not sweaty man." "Mike goblin husband. Tink belong to Mike now." She sighed, laying her head down. Mike held her this way for a bit, letting his body relax. Even as his dick softened, her goblin cunt was still so tight that she held him in place. "Well, Tinker-" "Husband call me Tink." "Well, Tink, I'm sure there's plenty of daylight left. I need my tools to fix the fountain."

"As a heart attack Greyson Blake." Greyson sigh and proceeds to go around to pick up what I am asking. He came back holding 3 kinds of leaf. I chose a bigger and greener leaf. "Mr. Hulk." I called. Mr. Hulk walk towards me. "Dig a small hole please." I ask. Mr. Hulk looks at me and down the 2 ants on the ground. He nodded and he proceeds to bring out a small flash light and illuminates the ground that he was walking on. Now the burial place is arrange.

Within seconds, he had managed to pin Amber between his body and the carpeted wooden floor. "Don't you see? My hands are just bones covered with skin! Your teeth will fall out if you eat them!” the woman exclaimed as she could no longer think normally. Whatever came to mind just slipped out of her mouth. She was really desperate. "That's exactly my favorite part. Human bones," Mister Cold replied, holding back a laugh. He was happy to see the stupid woman suffer. “Now, say goodbye to the world. You will soon become my delicious meal.” "No," Amber sighed while glancing at her hand which was getting closer to the man's mouth. When Mister Cold gaped wide, she screamed at the top of her lungs. "