Chandler Mrbeast Novels & Stories

She came back to reality fast , she released she was still at the auditions, she got way into the character she hoped it wouldn't cost her. She got up from the cold floor to meet a flabbergasted panel, they looked shocked, even Miranda did, and she hoped it was for good though, but she noticed Mr black still looking unfazed by her performance and for some reason she was disappointed, she knew he was the most important person in the panel and she wished he liked her performance. “Cut!”. Mr Black ordered. Grace shifted on her feet, her breathing unsteady. Was he not happy with the peperformance?

Max chuckled and answered, "Yes, Ma'am." "And who are they?" Riley asked. "So, I take it you are not Mr. Wesson?" "I am still a Mr. Wesson, Maam, but my name is Chandler," the older man said with a beaming smile. "It's nice to meet you!" Chandler offered his hand to Riley, and she shook it. Adrian said, "Chandler is an MMA fighter. He used to work for Clint's father as his security. He is already forty years old, but he is still good and very healthy."

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

Remember Max is the main antagonist I am sure you must know it already. Do follow me on I*******m it's mirah_selim. Till the next adios

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I did everything to be a good friend, only to be treated as my so-called best friend’s scapegoat. When her husband found cigarette ash in their house, she claimed I was the one smoking. When she snuck off for a private rendezvous with her lover, she told him she was celebrating my birthday. And when she got pregnant, she pinned the blame on me again, declaring I was consumed with jealousy—that I had spiked her drink and hired someone to violate her. Enraged, her husband marched to my doorstep wielding a blade and hacked me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the exact day she had asked me to cover for her affair.

the sound of wood hitting wood reverberated in the room as he flung a nearby chair at the door, the weaker entity- the chair, broke into different pieces The entire room was silent as both Magnolia and Roy were smart enough to not speak as Caleb vented. They both knew this was something he had to get out in any way possible. Caleb crashed into the nearest chair and dug his fingers in his hair, what the fuck? He had been waiting for her for centuries; his other half, his missing piece and now that he had finally found her, some idiot had to fuck her up. He swore he’d find that beast and rip its head off if it was the last thing he’d do.

My father smirked, believing that they fell from his slap. “If it helps you pump your cock, go ahead and slap me again.” I said, and he raised an amused eyebrow before raising his hand to slap me again. However, before his hand touched my face, I got up and grabbed his face, hitting his face with the chair. It triggered the electricity and his body shook from the high voltage. Mariana froze for a second before I grabbed the cuffs that held my brother on his chair, breaking them.

" Even if you are a beggar, you should not look this nasty. You stink!" Mike reluctantly accepted the token and watched the couple as they drove off. He stroked his face . Oh yes, he looked nasty. His beards had grown abnormally long and looked very unkempt . The same went for his hair. Tiny bits of garbage could be picked from his hair . What was one expecting? A beggar like him had no place to call home. " Hey, buddy ," Jimmy's voice said . " Relax your nerves. Begging is way better than being a robber. "