Chandler From Mr Beast Novels & Stories

The surrounding floor tiles and brick walls collapsed from this manic energy! Chandler stood at the center of the energy storm. His clothes fluttered, and his body staggered back uncontrollably. He forced himself to remain on the spot and that action left two deep imprints on the ground! Too strong!

Jordan asked again, “Chandler, can you help me draw up a divination to see if I have a destiny with this Rejuvenating Pill, then?” Chandler laughed slightly and said, “I cannot calculate this.” Jordan was surprised and asked, “Is there anything in this world that you, Chandler Lennard, cannot calculate?” Chandler said seriously, “I cannot calculate anything that is higher than me.” Jordan hurriedly said, “That’s not right! Didn’t you tell me before that your fate is that of a python and mine is that of a tortoise? If we were to add our fates up, neither one of us would be bigger than the other. So, my fate is not higher than that of yours...”

This dick happens to be here. “Okay, I bite," he said, realizing I wasn't answering his question. “You are Victor Reynolds, billionaire star, playboy, businessman..." he said while looking at me. “Not so much. Should I continue?” "You don't know me, man, and I'm not here to cause trouble. I just wanted to wish her kids a happy birthday and maybe talk to Maddie." Chandler nodded, seemingly satisfied with my response. "She's been through a lot. It hasn't been easy for her."

Tony suggested and the audience in the background clapped as the lady finally finished her performance. “Focus on yourself, MAN.” I responded then looked away hearing him scoff. Meanwhile Chandler kept staring at the performer in awe. “Look at this dude who said he was done messing around with women.” I pointed out and they chuckled deeply. Chandler laughed stroking his empty beards then proceeded to rub his hands together like a man on a mission, “She will be the last one. Let me ease in, see you all later.” We watched him leave, walking smoothly then we proceeded to joke about him.

I switched the channel to the boomerang and exactly Grizzy and the lemmings were playing. “My favorite! Tabudiii, tabudii!” I excitedly shout in front of it. The show has already started, and I can hardly take my eyes off it. “I was unaware that at your age you still love cartoons”, someone commented,, so I turned my attention to it. “Oh Hi.” I awkwardly greeted. “Chandler Stewart”, he said while offering his hand. “Callixta”, I said, accepting his hands. “So ready for the training, are we?”

“Uh… hello respective guests. I am Chandler, the son of the organizers of this Charity Event. I just wanna take this opportunity to thank everyone of you for participating in this event. And I hope you all don’t mind if I just do something here.” Chandler moved down the stage and made his way towards Millie’s direction. Every step he made was making Millie more anxious that she wanted to vanish in thin air. Everyone was staring at them now as soon as Chandler reached her. The guy slowly bent down on his knees and brought something out from his pocket.

Noticing I wasn't saying anything he sighed. "Channing please come back with me," he pleaded, his eyes silently begging me as well. I stood my ground because I know I'm stronger than this. This week may have been short but I've come to myself, I've opened up. Since that moment I walked out of his pack house I was not the same scared little girl. I was Channing Stevens, daughter of the Alpha of The Black Moon Warrior. I am strong.

And for a lecturer he sure had some balls talking like that. "And what's with her staring at me?" He asked coldly pissing me off. "She's Ava's daughter." The principal answered. "And why should I care?" He spat. "Son listen, you don't have to act up just because you aren't happy with the students." The principal said surprising me. Son?. The asshole was his child?. "Hera, don't mind him. His usually grumpy for some reason but handles his job flawlessly. He is one of the best lecturers here. His name is Damon Ronald and my son." The principal introduced.

With his looks it had been a choice not all his own, but being alone was something he'd gotten used to regardless of whether or not he would have wanted it differently. "Go take a break. I'll take over." Bruce was his supervisor and someone he thought of as a friend. Though to Christopher, a friend was just someone who didn't take pot shots at you. Bruce treated him fairly and therefore Christopher thought of him as a friend. He got up out of the rolling secretary chair and headed for the commissary where he went straight to the refrigerator for his bag lunch. It wasn't quite the bag lunch that would come to mind for the average person. His was an actual grocery bag half filled with food. O

If he forced me to crawl in the garbage to get him, I was going to be pissed. My gaze locked on the sliver of light as the guy emerged from the back of the dumpster onto a small patch of dirt. What a fucking idiot. He was no more than five foot eight, not even coming to my shoulders. I flicked my wrist, causing the silver ring on my middle finger to glint in the low light. “Please,” he begged while putting his hands in the air. “Just take it.” He held out his trembling hands to me, weeping rivers of tears. “I just needed something to eat.”