Dirty Laundry Voltron Novels & Stories

Complaints, insults, excuses, frustration. “That asshole plays dirty.” “The ref was bought.” “We shouldn’t have lost like that.” I clench my jaw as I read, close the chat without thinking too much because I don’t want to stay there, don’t want to keep going over the same thing, don’t want to think about the game or him, so I set my phone aside and take a deep breath, trying to clear my head, even if it’s just for a while. Tonight I’m only going to do one thing, drink enough to not feel anything and leave early before it all becomes unbearable, no drama, no complications, not giving him more space than he already takes.

"Alright… Alright…" "Vetron is the younger brother of the God of Lightning, it's not surprising that he has the power of a large electric wave. Ruin is free because Vetron thinks, Ruin gave him important information about his brother that had been hidden by the people of the white galaxy and the people of Nirvana. He didn't know that Ruin was using him And Dave's arrival on Earth was actually known to Dave, but Dave also didn't think that Vetron would commit suicide because he felt guilty," explained Alice. "So, the one who freed Ruin was Vetron?" Justin muttered.

The entire room was a mess. Standing a distance away from her was her housekeeper, Matilda. The woman looked tired and sleepy, she had been cleaning the entire house since the day news got to her boss that Sarah Waves was getting married to Ron Diego. It was not because the house was dirty but because her boss kept breaking and tearing things apart out of rage and she was left to clean the mess the woman makes.

He gimped with Thorne, still holding his insanely bloody arm, out of the gym. Once the door slammed shut, Valentin heaved another sigh. He looked at the disaster on the gym mat as if it was the floor that a puppy had peed on. He waved his hand at it and slowly, the mat turned from its deep red back to the dark blue it was supposed to be. The marks where my claws had stabbed into it had woven themselves back together. It was as if we’d never been there. “I always thought there was some sort of cleaning lady,” I said. I turned towards Valentin. “Turns out, it’s just you.”

His skin was pale and his eyes were wide open, an expression of horror plastered over his face. And so, the Soul Liberation ritual had worked, with one more life in return.

Luke and Tricia glared at me with even more hatred in their eyes. They immediately started contacting the biggest DNA testing center in the city to get the test redone. The streamers present had been hired by Tricia to support her side. She had already paid them in advance to ensure the scandal gained traction. So by now, the drama had gone viral online. Netizens were all demanding a livestream and waiting eagerly for the final result. Seeing that, Tricia grew more excited and confident. She spun around and shouted, "I won't let down the people who believe in me! I'll give you all a proper answer very soon!"

Getting cleaned up—and washing her hair, especially—was a bigger priority. She had learned a lot about volkaanes staying with Rave for the past three days. One of the things she learned was that volkaanes didn’t bathe. They didn’t need to. Their inner fire kept germs and other bacteria at bay, and their heat dissolved things like mud and grease. If they got dirty with something more stubborn, they simply wet a cloth, warmed it with their inner heat, and wiped the spot clean. Their clothes seldom needed washing, either. She thought about Dominic, who owned only one set of clothes, but they were always fresh and clean. She wondered if that particular wizard’s trick was somewhere in her book of

Their massive bodies stiffened mid-step, their muscles twitching as my frequency fought against their artificial programming. "I told you, Julian," I panted, my hands blistering from the sheer heat of the current. "I don't just ground the sparks. I am the storm". With a final, definitive click in my mind, I threw the floodgates wide open. The raw voltage fried the fakes' electrical systems instantly, their green power cores popping like cheap lightbulbs in the dark. They collapsed onto the floor panels like broken machinery, the chemical fog around them dissipating into harmless gray ash.

Evania turned round and round her head and finally she found a water tap together with its quite long water hose not too far from their spots as well as the battlefield. Hades Voltario was seen falling off to the ground dreadfully weakly and languidly. Red fresh blood began to squirt out from his mouth. His whole body was full of deep as well as severe wounds. Red fresh blood was seen oozing out from most parts of his body. “Brother Hades! Brother Hades!” Squalling loudly and sorrowfully, Hanny Lin Rosenda was seen dashing towards her Brother Hades. She was seen hugging tightly her beloved Brother Hades.

Valentino wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand and let out a bitter laugh that echoed across the water. “I have every right to do whatever the hell I want with what’s mine!” he shouted back, playing his role perfectly. “I’m a Drakvolk too, whether you like it or not! You can’t just fire me or erase me from existence. You’re all just scared because I’m the only one brave enough to speak the truth.” Vincenzo’s expression hardened. “Your madness gets worse every day. You need serious help, not to be standing here among sane people.”