Dagwood Blondie Characters Novels & Stories

Coming towards their table were a gang of school jocks in tight dark green school sports jackets, they were buff enough to be American Football players. Their leader was a tall male with dull blonde hair and black eyes, and a small black eye that was still trying to heal. "O-oh no. It's Jim Blonski!" Maddie squeaked and shuddered behind Dorian. "You're gonna pay for what you did to me last week," the tall buff jock slammed his fist against his palm and gritted his teeth.

Blondie was getting agitated. “Tell you what, how about you just go ahead. I'll let myself out and if I get caught, I can say I got in myself somehow. You don't even have to be involved.” The inmates looked at each other, eyes widely questioning as they discussed this in hushed tones that sounded, to Janice, like the hissing of a couple of serpents. Finally, the blonde turned around. “Sure. It's your ass if you get nailed though.” “Of course.”

My arm hairs were becoming singed, surrounding me in the stench of burning hair. Shaggy and the others forced me to a halt just ten feet away from Nox. His face was impassive, utterly blank, though I was positive I’d seen just a glimmer of surprise when he scanned me from head-to-toe. “Here she is, Alpha. The savage Luna.” Blondie sang, her voice full of smugness that I couldn’t wait to tear to shreds. Nox nodded at her, just a slight tilt of his head. “Thank you, Brinley.”

I'm going to guess that those are blondys friends. So I went and sat next to Lily and Chelsea who didn't seem to have any problems with me. 'È lei la troia che è andata a letto con il tuo fidanzato?' One of blondys minions asked and she eyed me up and down. (Is she the slut that slept with your fiance?) 'Si ma non preoccuparti lui ama solo me.' Blondy says proudly I have no idea what they are saying so I just keep quiet and continue eating. When I looked over to Lily and Chelsea they were glaring at the group of girls but they decided to ignore them.

Adrian thundered. The council room turned to graveyard; the ghostly-quiet hovered over the room, stretching longer than necessary until Blondie straightened up shakily. “How dare you?” Adrian’s eyes flashed molten gold as he sauntered toward him in a predatory manner. “Dad…” Blondie quivered visibly, turning to his father, Simone, who was too stunned to do anything. In a swift move, Adrian covered the distance between him and Blondie, snatching him by his neck.

kept coming . Blondie growled and strained against her leash, hackles raised, and suddenly she exploded forward, dragging Glee down and breaking away, leaping, sinking teeth into Salt’s side. The huge Indian man grunted and reeled, his flesh ripping in the German shepherd’s jaws. He twisted loose somehow and cocked his weight back, pushing off and kicking with all his might. The savage punt connected with Blondie’s ribcage and catapulted her, actually hurling the old dog against the massive tree trunk. Blondie flailed and let out a terrible shrieking squeal, bounced once, her body landing heavily on the knotty roots beneath the cottonwood. She continued to yelp in anguish.

I give it a good few seconds then I peep around the dumpster. The one guy is African American, bald and meaty. He's holding her neck in a chokehold with a gun pointed to her head. The blonde guy is trying to get her jeans down, and struggling. Her make up is running down her cheeks, red locks sticking up in all directions. God, she’s so tiny and short. I creep closer, sure not to draw attention to myself. Blondie finally gets pissed when her jeans don't come down and slits it open, with a knife.

Blondie's smile faded right away and growled, "My boss has taken a liking to your face. You can get all the money you want if you just spend the night with him. Just say the word—he really doesn't lack money." "Get away from me," Helen snapped, incensed—what did Blondie's 'boss' take her for?! She started to turn and leave, but Blondie caught her wrist and started dragging her toward the entrance. "Know what's good for you and come already!" All the bystanders could see what was happening but were too afraid to interfere—Blondie was obviously a thug, and no one wanted to poke their nose into gang affairs. Frank saw it, however, but before he could stop Blondie, someone suddenly leapt out and

He looked like she had put the fear for his life into his eye. “Where is it?” “With Damina she’s the one that took care of those scouts,” she giggled a little in delight. “Damina, what is she?” “A werewolf, she is an Adrian to Trax.” Blair smiled at me but there was an evil twinkle in her eye and as I looked over to Gar who looked like he took a shit in his pants. The door opened and a small girl walked in leaving the door open, “Yo, Blair this one smell like the others,” she popped a sucker into her mouth. Her hair was braided on one side showing an ear full of piercings.

The other two girls had deep brown hair and were a lot more pretty than the blonde one. Why were they following me? "I saw you at the fundraising event yesterday with my man, you've got some explaining to do young lady." Blondie said. "W-what? Your man? I'm sorry, I think you picked the wrong person." I said with a laugh. Blondie rolled her sharp brown eyes and said, " I saw you with Ryker, and I sure it was you I saw snooping around in the art room. If you know what's good for you, then you better tell me what's going on between you two."