Chandler Mr Beast 소설 & 이야기

ISHTAR. "Oh, fuck!" Mr. Beast yelled and shoved Reiss off him. The scrawny lad staggered backwards and fell into the chair while I stood in awe, just a step away from the door. I'd been glancing at it to see how easy it'd be for me to open and spin out, never to look back, never to return. My backpack was where I wanted it to be, by my feet, and I could easily pick it up, but first, we needed to solve the problem at hand.

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?”

I asked looking around still wide-eyed. "Oh! Here comes one. This's-" she was cut off yet again by my excited form. "Chase, the black ranger. All-time skateboard champion!" I finished it for her. "Thanks," Chase replied with a broad smile and turned to Ms. Morgan, "See? She addressed me as a skateboard champion," he puffed out his chest. Just like on the television, he was really handsome with black beady eyes, lavender lips, and dark brown hair along with his black clothes also not to forget the headphones around his neck giving off that 'cool guy' vibe.

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He stopped when he saw me, a look of surprise crossing his face before he smoothed it into a polite smile. "Oh, hello. You must be Miss Olivia Perez," he said, his voice friendly but formal. I blinked, taking a half-step back. "I... yes. Who are you?" "Marcus. I'm Mr. Stirling's assistant," he explained. "I’ve heard a lot about you. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you." "Assistant?" I repeated, my brain trying to catch up. Chandler had an assistant? Of course he did. He ran a company, but seeing the proof of his outside life always felt like a slap.

Melvin reported after taking a closer look at the corpses. “Melvin, you need to give me reliable information. Did a human or an animal cause their death? We ought to present strong proof regarding this case. Something this strange occurred in our city, we deserve answers. Furthermore, we must identify what sort of deranged person or beast we are involved with.” Alvin said to his partner with fear in his eyes. All the monster talk seemed terrible, and he wanted to get out of the woods this instant.

I could not help but laugh bitterly at his naive words. I pulled out my phone. The screen showed a message from Roland Parker, the chairman of Everglory Group. [Hey, Dominic. Grandpa here. It’s been seven years. It’s time to get your act together and do something useful.]

he commented. "Shit," I cursed, struggling against the henchman's grip. He was too strong, his arms like metal bars around my waist. But I remembered the self-defense lessons Deangelo had taught me, the moves he had drilled into my head; now was the time to use them. I shifted my weight, moving one leg back in a fighting stance. I assessed the henchman's stance, looking for an opening. I attempted to sweep his legs out from under him, but he anticipated my move, delivering a ruthless headbutt to my face.

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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.