Fnaf Monty Gator 소설 & 이야기

“I know and I’m proud of that” “What do you intend doing? “Getting back to the hotel and you’ve got to woo Monalisa in the presence of Jayden” “And what’s my payment” “$10,000” “What? Are you fucking kidding me? I do not need that. I’ve got lots of money. My net worth is five million US dollars. I don’t need your tiny thousands. But you can pay me in one way” “Which is? Gerald pulled her in and smacked her ass, rubbed his palm over her ass and grabbed the butt cheek.

“Ok, so I had a strange feeling when we hopped in the car. Hence the seatbelts, but I didn’t KNOW we were going to actually crash. How could eye when the car was totaled and there was nothing that actually hit us!” “It’s Eagon’s gift, or rather it was.” There is a hint of sadness in Monty’s tone, though he tries to hide it. “We could do things with his mind, move things, only inanimate objects. My best guess is he used a tree or boulder and then tossed it off like it was nothing.” “Well shit. That's cooler than your ability to walk in daylight.” Falcon grins. “We can agree to disagree with that one.” Monty quips before loading his bag onto his bag and helping Rome into hers.

Nothing stands out as something she’d need to tell Peyton. The ladies sit at a high-top table with Eli’s assistance while I place a drink order at the bar. As soon as my ass hits the chair, Montana begins. “I won exactly $915.72 at slots today,” she cheers, clapping her hands in front of her chest. “Uh-uh,” Peyton responds, her eyebrows raised and mouth open. “That’s amazing—no way, though! How?” “I did. Here, I’ll prove it.” Our drinks arrive, but we do not drink. We all watch as Montana opens her phone and searches for a photo. She scrolls through Instagram and pauses on a post of her holding her voucher of over $900. She reads the comments and hashtags that a woman named Dawn posted.

“They were too noisy, mo pheata.” Gator shakes his head at Sidhe, causing a piece of his purplish raven hair to fall over one of his steel grey eyes. “Overkill as usual, ma Doudou,” he says then sweeps his hair back into place with a tattooed bronzed hand. Gator or Tee is an MMA champion and a former gang leader from Louisiana. “Yep, but you love me!” Sidhe says before kissing Gator. Here we go again. I roll my eyes. This is normal for the Death Kings.