Chuck Norris 3 Internal Enemies Novels & Stories

“Real funny.” “I’m serious,” he said, leaning back against the locker, arms crossed. “You’re quieter. Grumpier. You’ve got this… haunted look.” “That’s just my face.” “Bullshit,” he said. “I’ve known your face for three years. Something’s eating at you. Let’s not forget how you almost lost your shit when you saw me talking with Imani.” I twisted the cap off the bottle and took a long drink, stalling. “I’m fine,” I said finally.

Andree, Ken, and David aka the 'Fearless Three'. Andree has dark brown, messy hair, ocean blue eyes, and smattering of freckles. He is a total bad boy. He never gets good marks, and even bullies some kids in the younger years. He's a player. You can always see him flirting with girls or eating off their faces. Ken has blonde hair with light brown eyes. He is also a bad boy- they all are. He's like a real life Barbie. A real life Ken. I'm pretty sure he plays guitar. He's a really good friend of Zach’s.

He pointed at his nose. Edmund's eyes narrowed in shock and controlled amusement. "Well, that's a shame. I drugged your friends. Nothing serious. Just wanted to immobilize them with a whiff of chloroform. Can't have them missing the show we're about to put on." He started to tie them up together. They could only gaze at him. Their limbs were practically like melted rubber. Collins mumbled. He started to understand true fear. "Awwn....look at their faces. Collins came quite prepared."

Maybe not even to myself. "Your family destroyed mine," I said instead. "This seems... poetic." She nodded slowly, like she'd expected that answer. "Three days, then." "Three days." She left, closing the door softly behind her. I stood there in the empty room, wondering what the hell I'd just agreed to. My phone buzzed, a text from Dec, Please tell me you didn't just do something monumentally stupid. I typed back, Define stupid. You know exactly what I mean. That was Elara Vance. VANCE. As in, your family's sworn enemy, as in, the granddaughter of the man who destroyed your grandfather.

Rage surged through me as I glared up at him, my voice trembling with fury. For a second, I thought my words might shock them into backing off. Instead, they looked at each other—and burst out laughing. "First, he said he owns the restaurant, now he's claiming to be the CEO of Sandhurst Group! Chase, do you have some kind of delusion? You're unbelievable!" "Yeah, right! The CEO of Sandhurst is worth billions. You think someone like that would be carrying plates around?" "Guess that glass of water didn't wake him up. Let's give him something stronger!"

He retaliated instantly, composing a message dripping with sarcasm: "Old uncle, shouldn't you be tending to your patients? Or are you short on clientele?" The response was swift and sharp: "Got patients galore, kiddo. Just wouldn't want to waste my expertise on a brat like you, stealing sites like a petty thief." Samuel's anger surged. "Busy schedule, old timer, barely leaving me time to leak your company's private information. Fancy the public reaction if I did? Shares plummeting, a PR crisis on your doorstep, maybe even a shareholder takeover. Bank details exposed, private life laid bare - the possibilities are endless, aren't they?"

“Like what? Annoying habits?” “Exactly! Annoying habits and deal-breakers.” He chuckled. “Okay, that sounds fun.” He paused for a moment, collecting his thoughts, before launching into his list. “Alright, three things I can't handle: nagging, it's a constant buzz in my ear; lack of intimacy, that's like a pizza delivery that never arrives; and going back to exes, that's replaying a video game I've already beaten. No thanks!” Zarek finished with a smirk, his eyes sparkling with wit. “But don't worry, I'm sure you're perfect in every way.”

“He was still on active duty even after Nick’s breakdown so I doubt he was involved in the experiment, but it looks like he defected anyway.” “How is it you know everyone in T.H.E.M.?” I ask. Other than the F.U.C.K.’s and wardrobe, the only T.H.E.M. employees I ever had any extensive interaction with were Zeke, Mary Sue, and Jason. “Not everyone is as anti-social as you are, Sarah,” Jason says, smirking. Jackass. He’s not wrong, but he’s still a jackass. A quick scan of Chuck’s conversation history with Gale just about confirms our suspicion—the messages are all written with code words, but we can glean enough contextual clues to infer that Gale was almost certainly Chuck’s contact inside of

Sweat dampened his palms, and his grip on the phone trembled slightly. Joseph’s money wasn’t so easy to earn. He had been leaking Walton Corporation’s internal information to Joseph, yet now he had been unceremoniously kicked out of the company. Swallowing hard, he hesitated for a few seconds before finally answering. "Hello… Mr. Joseph…" Chuck’s voice wavered. On the other end, Joseph’s tone was sharp and impatient. "Chuck, what the hell is going on? I heard you got fired from Walton?" Sweat trickled down Chuck’s forehead. His voice stuttered. "Sir, I… I…"

RON “CLIMB IT!” I roar, shoving Zli toward the chain-link fence. “I’ll handle this bastard. GO!” Zli hesitates for a fraction of a second, his eyes flashing with a mix of tactical calculation and raw worry. “Ron—” “I said MOVE!” I bark. I don’t have time for a debate. I whip around just as the Crimson Dragon enforcer—a hulking piece of muscle named Marco Bellini’s favorite street-soldier—swings a heavy wooden baseball bat. I dive to the left, the wood whistling inches from my ear.