Gerard Way Three Cheers Novels & Stories

At exactly noon, Claire stood at the altar as the emcee spoke into the microphone, recounting the love story between her and Nathan. Many of the guests below were visibly moved. Claire smiled. Then suddenly, the smile froze on her face. She swept her gaze across the audience. Only then did she realize that not a single one of Nathan's friends or relatives was there. What was going on? Before she could think any further, the emcee's excited voice rang out. "And now, let's welcome our handsome groom, Nathan Brooks!" Thunderous applause erupted throughout the hall, but after five full minutes, no one appeared. The guests exchanged bewildered looks.

ANGEL "Oh my God! it'll be fun to have you three together." I said signing imagining the possibility of making love to all three of them. "It's all a nice story, now say how you know Axel?" I said I don't believe in these magic and werewolves billsh*t. I would have believed him if he said they are brothers as all three are super hot but I don't believe that they are werewolf, vampires. He signed and said, "Okay I was joking. Axel and Oliver are my friends but which Axel are you talking about?"

But near the gates, David was there—pacing, cigarette in one hand, a melting ice cream in the other. He looked almost nervous. When he saw us, he smiled awkwardly. “You’d better eat this before it melts.” He patted Joseph’s head, like that single gesture could erase everything. Joseph hesitated, then took it politely. The corners of his lips twitched up, but his eyes stayed empty. David turned to me. “Vivian… Lucas wants to join the junior hunting competition, but he needs a qualifying score. Joseph already won first place—he’s not entering the next round, right? Maybe we can let Lucas take his spot.”

“Yes! Once I find her, I’ll get a divorce immediately! Rachel, are you ready to become my bride?” Rachel shyly hid her face in Mark’s arms and whispered, “I’ve been ready for it a long time.” Jacob clicked his tongue and did not want to take part in this fiasco anymore. For the sake of keeping his job, the butler had to keep looking around the attic with Mark in hopes of finding clues to my escape. I found the entire situation ridiculous and funny. My corpse was right in front of him. What else was he trying to find?! Naturally, they found nothing in the attic, but they threw my firstborn into the trashcan like an unwanted toy.

Meanwhile, Dama just laughed. Dama tried to cheer his brother up. Russel looked very upset at the moment. Everyone knew, including Gerard. So the man finally made entertainment. They all cheered Gerard who almost vomited swallowing that big heart. "Damn it!" cursed Gerard, making everyone laugh at his struggle. "If I were you, I'd rather drink three bottles of beer," Russel joked, finally amused by his cousin's behavior. But Gerard finally managed to eat all the heart without any leftovers. Everyone cheered for him.

"Bring me the chess pieces, Sheffield, and I'll put Lennox in a checkmate he cannot escape." END OF BOOK THREE

But I tried to stop it. “Thursday?” Gerard asked. “Thursday is fine.” My voice cracked, and I massaged my throat. “Good then, we’ll see three days from now.” Gerard rose, his eyes softening. “I’ll be leaving now.” Yet, he lingered there for a second, the space between us feeling too delicate for my liking. We both stood, glasses now empty, conversation had come to an end. Yet none of us moved. Then, quietly, he said, “Call me if anything happens, and don’t forget to take the test.”

She continued claiming our mate, which I know is false. “Oh. My. GODDESS!” I break from Bree long enough to look at Esme. She has stars in her eyes. “It’s one of the Brown triplets! He’s so fucking fine!” The music is playing, and women are screaming around me. I can’t turn and look because I’m still confused about this scent and Bree.

Of course, he served her diligently. Carl asked, "Ms. O'Reiley, I haven't got to play with you for so long. I miss you dearly. Are you here tonight to find me?" Kerrigan patted him on the head and said, "Dummy. At your fine young age, you should be looking for one in your college. I'm already an old lady. I can't always be taking all the young ones, can I?" With that, she turned to me. "Charles, is it okay for me to visit your room tonight?"

The problem wasn’t over yet, but at least he’s gone for now. I turned slowly to face him again. His gray eyes, sharp and cold, were fixed on me. For a split second, I felt exposed, like he could see straight through me and through my thoughts. “I… thank you,” I said quickly, bowing and forcing a smile. “And… I’m sorry for the trouble.” “That’s the third time,” he murmured, almost under his breath, before turning and walking away. I stood frozen in time for a moment, watching his facade fade down the hallway. The words echoed in my mind. The third time? My pulse skipped. Does he actually remember me? My chest tightened as I realized what just happened. Or am I just possibly overthinking thing