Chainsaw Man Mc Novels & Stories

Chapter 2 “if your daddy doesn't bring my money in the next thirty minutes, I bet you, you'll kick the bucket.” AHEM he cleared his throat, adjusting his red polka dotted tie. He took a long drag from his cigar and then plodded out. Wincing and groaning I tugged the manacles but it was futile. Minutes later, the bald dude and bulry guy on red T-shirt processed in. “That chair that you are sitting on. Do you know it's an electric chair?”

The boys replied in unison before returning to their Big Macs. "What I don't understand, why is Nari so adamant being Romeo's mate? Don't get me wrong but what's so special about Romeo?" Annabelle prodded, her face scrunched in confusion. Ouch. Chucky hung his head in embarrassment. Unlike the others who were eating fast food, Chucky was served with a medium rare steak and he wolfed it down quickly. "You mean other than the fact that he's the Alpha of Bayswater and King of Werewolves?" Jughead snickered as he slurped on his carbonated drink.

Such an ugly way to die. "THAT girl obviously likes you, Liev!" Chase said as he laughed hilariously hard before tapping his friend’s shoulders. It has been a while since the twins started teasing the guy who looked as though he didn’t have any knowledge about his surroundings. Liev MacQuoid is currently a nineteen-year-old guy, ranked as the third highest student in their whole school and a part of Au Elites; sitting on the second chair as a part of the MacQuoid Clan, together with his sister.

She wondered if she just laid here forever if eventually the earth would reclaim her and the moon goddess would welcome her soul into the moon's light. Her vision blurred as she opened her eyes again, but Chloe managed to focus on the naked tree branches above her right before a terrifying face filled her vision. The sight of bloodshot brown eyes and ratty looking beard had the blonde's breath sticking in her throat and her eyes widening in horror. She tried to get away from the putrid smell of stale alcohol and cigarette smoke but giant hands grabbed her in a vice like grip before hauling up. "What do we have here?" The man sneered. "You should be more careful when shooting a rifle. You nev

Mystical Chubby said, nonchalantly munching on a slice of cake. "Better crawl over here and say you're sorry if you want to keep breathing." Nance and Yancy exchanged shocked glances at Mystical Chubby. They could not believe that this chubby guy they had looked down on had the strength to send someone flying with just a kick! The noise attracted a crowd. "Isn't that Montez from the Armando Group? Who gave him a thrashing?" "Really? I heard his uncle's a big deal in Mendorra. Is that true?"

My paws ache, my body trembling from exhaustion. All of a sudden, my limbs come to a grinding halt when I see a figure in my path. A tall, elderly man stands at the mouth of an alley, his coat billowing in the wind. A jagged scar runs across his jaw, pale against his tanned skin. I lower myself, growling. He only smiles. "Easy, little one. I won't hurt you." His voice is deep and almost gentle. But something about it makes my hackles rise. "Come to me," he says softly, his eyes glinting a bright silver. "You've grown so beautifully... my baby girl."

A small child no older than six approached us. 'Sir? Mr O'Hara?' I inhaled a lungful of the smoke and blew it above my head in a steady stream, then I crouched down to the kid's height. 'Hey Son, what can I do for you?' I asked him in a gentle voice, and he gave me a beaming smile. 'Can I join your MC club when I am old enough?' His eyes were bright with interest and respect as they ate up our Harley bikes. I had to smile at his enthusiasm,

I awoke with a banging headache. Part of me hoped it was all just a very vivid nightmare. I went to sit up and felt something hard and cold around my ankle. I blinked a few times with my eyes adjusting to the dimmed light. I looked around and saw a window high on the wall behind me, it was already night outside. I was on a bed and my ankle was chained. I tugged at the chain on the bed, but it didn’t budge. I tugged my ankle against it but there was no use, it was a heavy-duty metal cuff. I looked around and saw a door on the wall in front of me with a small window in. I climbed gingerly off the bed and tried to reach the door, but the chain stopped me. I tried to pull the bed closer to the

I turned to face the guy with the chain, who looked hesitant now, his eyes darting from his downed friends to me. He swung the chain, trying to keep distance between us, the metal links flashing in the dim light. I waited, biding my time, watching his rhythm. When he swung again, I ducked low, grabbing a piece of broken wood from the ground. As he tried to recover, I jammed the wood into his shin. He yelped, losing his footing, and I took my chance to close in, grabbing the chain and twisting it from his grip. He scrambled back, wide-eyed.

"Let's just get this fucking shit out of the way. I have a date to get to." "Hold on! A date? With Tasha?" "Yeah, I'll tell you about it later. Just grab the dollars." The bar door creaked open before they could move. A broad man with a long gray beard and tattooed neck stepped out. He wore a sleeveless leather cut that said Iron Fangs MC. The irony wasn't lost on Joseph. "Poison Claw," the man greeted, his voice gravelly. "They said you were mean. Didn't say you were late."