Funny Mayhem Mha Novels & Stories

From the sidelines, Maya was looking at the fight with a horrified expression on her face and it seemed like she was not concerned about the Swimming Club anymore. If things went for the worse, she might not get entry into any of the universities, leave alone their swimming clubs now. Haha. Serves her right. “FIGHT ! FIGHT ! FIGHT !” “FIGHT ! FIGHT ! FIGHT !” “FIGHT ! FIGHT ! FIGHT !” The audience riled up the bloodthirsty she wolves to fight, to their great amusement, but majorly exceeded in bursting a vein in Maya’s fucking head.

It's just that… that…" May's eyes suddenly welled with tears as they rolled down her cheeks. Suddenly, she crouched down on the ground and began to sob. She looked very sad and upset. Damian raised his eyebrows in disbelief. May had always been very fierce and defensive toward him like a hedgehog—so, he didn't think that she was someone who would cry in front of him either. "Hey, are you okay? Or do you have, like, some unspeakable personal issues of your own? Should I call the witch doctor or something?" May burst out laughing. She laughed through her tears and yelled at him, "Ugh, you're so annoying! Can't you see I'm being sad? Why did you have to go and ruin the mood like that?"

Maya gaped dumbfounded for a few seconds, trying to discern if her friend was being serious or not. But the severe look on Gab's face told her that she was indeed being serious, "Oh.my.God!" Maya barked out loud laughter, the noise reverberating throughout the room causing Gab to jump slightly.

The day Maham was born everybody came to see her in the hospital except Mehr, she was sick and Haya would get discharged the next day so she thought to meet them at their house. The day Haya got discharged and it was raining heavily, Maham smiled seeing the rain which made it clear that she loved the rain. "See Maaz now your daughter stopped crying" Haya complained, Maham was crying hysterically since the time she got discharged, Maaz smiled at his daughter, she was a combination of her mother and father. "She's just like her mother, troublemaker" Maaz teased Haya, "How dare to call my daughter a troublemaker?!" She asked angrily, "Who was complaining about their daughter a minute ago" Maaz

Max I sit in my seat at church, located to the left of Austin. The long oval red oak table proudly presents the emblem of our club. The death symbol holding his usual scythe along with a shield. Under the emblem are the words Nightmare Warriors MC in black bold letters. We have only been in church a few moments and are still waiting on a few brothers to join us, but judging my Austin's nervous behavior, I can tell something is defiantly wrong. The thought worries me. This club doesn't need any more bullshit.

I was dying to know what they were talking about upstairs, but I decided to let the news come alone. It would be better that way. It didn't take long before the screams started again, but now it was Mirella who was shouting at the top of her voice "THIS ISN'T FAIR! FUCK... THIS ISN'T FAIR AT ALL! I'VE BEEN PREPARING FOR THIS MY WHOLE LIFE! She was screaming and screaming and it could go from a normal chirp to the two of them starting to offend and assault each other in a few seconds, I restrained myself, anyway, it wasn't my problem and I wasn't going to interfere.

"Kenny and his boys are pinned down due to gunfire." "Well if it's a fight they want," said Rooster all in for a battle after harboring such aggression. The Howler M.C. had been long-standing enemies of The Canyon Creek Coyote M.C. and as their mutual club names would imply, they were downright mortal enemies. Howler M.C. however had been the only shapeshifting faction thus far, but they had hated The Canyon Creek Coyotes just the same. It was Howler M.C.'s tradition to refer to the so-called badasses of the canyon as "Zygotes".

We’d put our daughter to bed with a story and a dozen kisses. “You will miss this class as much as you missed the previous one,” Madison said softly, understanding my grim mood. “We doubled the cameras this year and I’m still not sure we got everything.” “And it would be so bad if one of them outsmarted the scary Mr. Xavier?” She had no idea what she was saying. “They were little shits and good riddance. If you would have seen Brambilla hanging by his fingertips four stories up, you would understand. As soon as we put safety measures in place, some smartass punk finds a way around them.”

One Last Moment Live each moment like it's the last moment in you life - Jim MacLaren ~***~ Reign’s POV Honestly, on my first day here, I instantly gravitated to him even if it was just arguing; it was damn entertaining. I guess it's the attention that I was getting that made it worth my while. It’s like a magnet and its object, no matter how hard you try pulling away, it hauls you back. It was great having someone who you could bond with naturally without any interference, nothing’s more amazing than that.

Blood smeared against the cold, tiled floor as she gasped while trying to pull herself up. "You bitch!" Mason's voice roared above her, stripped of any trace of the gentlemanly mask he had worn earlier. His face was ferocious, like an enraged beast as he stomped forward, undoing his tie. "You ungrateful wench! You think you can just come here, drink my wine and embarrass me like this?!" She scrambled backward, her hands slipping against the blood and the spilled liquor. "I—I didn’t mean to! Let me go!" Her voice shook, filled with pain.