Drunk Yoda Novels & Stories

The application of wrong drugs and wrong treatment methods turned him into a psychopath who became extremely violent and hurt people, finding pleasure in hearing their screams and sufferings. Draco had met a chained and heavily restrained Fat Joe about five years ago when he was just 17 years old and was able to tame him and make him execute all his torture fantasies. What was even surprising was that Fat Joe, who could only be controlled under the influence of strong sleeping drugs and injections, was able to recognize Draco as his boss and even acted as if he had seen a father figure and was on a very respectful and well behaved behavior when he saw Draco. The person being tortured was the

I'm merely doing my job as the drill instructor and upholding the discipline of the outdoor orientation boot camp. I trembled with fury at his callousness as my vision began to swim. I hissed through gritted teeth, "Y-You're going to regret this, Joseph!" Joseph let out a dismissive snicker. "You think I'll regret it, huh? I've never regretted a single thing I've done in my life, Yvonne!" It was then that Wanda gave a weak groan as her entire body began to shake with violent tremors. "Wanda!" I cried out in alarm as I looked down at her, noting that she was deathly pale, her lips were colorless, and she wouldn't stop trembling.

She knew they were not pleased with having to watch their leader and friend get involved in a brutal fight without being able to help. “Are you okay?” Rose asked her, with a look of both concern and pity. Zeda shrugged, then eyed the bottle of alcohol. “I can do with a glass of that.” “I bet,” Rose said. “Same here,” Carrie said. Rylan passed them glasses from the minibar and filled them with a dark liquid. “Thanks,” Zeda took a sip and winced as the liquid burned her chest. “How’s your arm, Drav?” Draven glanced at her and shrugged, gulping down the entire glass at once. “Fine. I heal fast. Will be strong as new in a couple of hours.” He poured himself another drink.

Pythia POV: I grabbed Leia by the shoulders and tried to hold her still. "Get her on her side now! Someone go get that pack doctor, tell her what's going on. NOW!" I yelled, pulling Leia on her side. I lifted her chin and opened her mouth letting her tongue fall out. "Get me something flat." I said looking down on her. "Leia, can you hear me?" I asked opening her eyes, they rolled to the back of her head and I got no response from her. "She passed out." Una yelled. I could hear the panic in her voice. "Una, listen to me now, I need to try to shove your way forward. As hard as you can." I said sticking a small card on her tongue to keep her airway cleared. "Move." The doctor said squatting ne

But I am not gay, no offense to you, Your Highness but I don't bat for your team. I watched him and Michael linking between each other and then looked at me laughing, I said, "What is so funny?" Drax looked at me and said, "If your dick is hard, you definitely bat for my team, you are lucky that I am a mated man," he was laughing so hard until he composed himself saying, "Don't worry, you are not my type, I still have standards," winking at me and I was furious, then they all burst out laughing and I said, "Give me the damn potion." I drank the potion and I felt the bond break, I almost passed out but Drax touched my forehead and the pain went away, he said, "You don't need to reject her, I

The door opened once again and this time, Yoda walked in. “Am I interrupting something?” He asked. “No, not at all. I was only checking in on the Don.” The doctor said, “You also need to convince her to sleep, I pray you have better luck with that than I did.” As soon as the door closed, Yoda turned to face me. “You know the doctor is right, yes?” “I’m tired of hearing that, Yoda.” I sighed. “I’ll have peace of mind when he’s back with us, not before.”

No member of the Clan knows what transpires there, but the father never comes back and the son always comes back filled with wisdom and stronger than his father, ready to rule his clan with a common goal, liberate the world from the oppression of power. The present Dorak was brown in complexion, tall and dashing, ripped in size, having multiple scars all over his broad chest, his long straight auburn hair gave him a wicked beauty as did his turquoise eyes gave a daring appearance. On getting to Dorak, the Drokan warrior goes on his knees then offers the paper with both hands. After a short while of reading the Dorak stood on his feet, influencing a great silence in the marquee. “Zapov Zodaik

I yell in her ear. She beams at me before yelling back, "This isn't even noisy yet. Just wait." We finally make it to the front of the line to get our churros and margaritas. I'd be excited about the food, but the drink… this isn't just a margarita. It's a yard-long margarita. Totally worth the fifteen bucks it cost me for a three-foot-long plastic cup I'll never use again.

He glances at me and then looks away. My heart flutters. He had this edge to him. So carefree. He didn't care who I was and neither did he treat me like an assigned duty. I slow down and look over my shoulder and I see Yoda and her brother closing in on us. “I suggest that we cover a lot of distance while the world is still dark and quiet,” Yohan says. His face is emotionless. Just like Yoda’s. He’s so stoic like a commander with his army

’ By then, he could make everyone in Admiralporium serve him like he was the boss and enjoy various benefits that came with it. Kayson pondered over it. “I understand your concern, Captain Lawrence. Don’t worry. I can get this resolved.” Felicity asked curiously, “What’s your plan, Mr. Yarde?” ”I know someone who’s good at Vodu spells. She probably has Vodu Worms that can control others. I can ask her to put one in Penta-sun Doyen, so you won’t have to worry about him defying your orders.” Penta-sun Doyen blanched immediately and cried in terror, “No, no, no! Please don’t!”