Gerard Way Three Cheers Novels & Stories

There was a reply to her message, "I said I wanted three million, but you only gave me five hundred thousand. Do you think that's enough to convince me? I won't divorce you until I get three million." Whoever it was must really want the money that the person forgot to impersonate me. It was my habit to end my sentences with an ellipsis. However, whoever was messaging Lori had forgotten about it. Lori finally realized something was wrong. She typed in three question marks before asking, "Are you really Chad? Why does it feel like you're not him?" Lori sent the message, but there was no reply. She looked flustered and started mumbling, "This isn't possible. Chad is fine. Someone must have used

She splashes the water at Spencer before laughing. Gabe walks out behind me and says, “you’re still an asshole, Spin”. He too jumps into the pool fully clothed. “Come here Lollipop, let’s put them cheer skills to use”, he says as he swims over to her. Why do they keep talking about cheer skills?! He says something to Amory, who nods in response before taking a hold of his shoulders. “Ready? One, two, three”, he yells before she’s pushed out of the water and backflipped.

Elisa went stiff, color draining from her face. "Five years. Thirty-three failed weddings. Every 'accident'—his plan. All of it just to get me to walk away." I slid a stack of hospital files across the table. "He thinks marriage is a cage. I'm not dragging him in. Cutting ties is cleaner for both of us." Elisa was shaking, pissed and heartbroken. She remembered every near-death hit I took just trying to say "I do." First time—snipers hit our motorcade. I got shot four times, bled out on the chapel steps.

Gerard scanned his own copy with the stillness of a man who had been expecting that exact piece of paper for months. "My King," he murmured, his voice smooth and oily, like he was presenting a gift instead of a dagger already rusting. "With the council's permission, I have a time-sensitive matter to address." "The floor is yours, Elder Gerard," I replied, my voice flat. It was the kind of authority that cost me nothing to hold and offered them nothing to read. Gerard stood up and produced three documents in a row, with the methodical efficiency of a man who had spent his entire life practicing this exact moment in front of a mirror. First, he laid out the outer elder's formal notation of the

Elara'S POV A moment later, the place erupted with cheers as the fighters emerged one after the other. Lysander was a sight in nothing but boxer shorts. Several women screamed his name, which did this funny thing in my chest. It tightened, and I balled my fists in my lap. Lysander spotted me and winked. My insides warmed. Kaelen let out a choking sound, but I ignored him. The other fighter, Maddox, received an equal number of cheers and hoots. My stomach flipped in the nausea kind of way. The man was larger than Kaelen. His muscles had muscles, and he was going to murder Lysander. I couldn’t watch.

Sarah realized what he wanted to say at first, and she felt a little cringe and nodded instead of saying okay, as she would have on norms. He smiled again and went back to the office. He had earlier run out to catch up with Sarah on her way home with Ella, who was a few steps away, watching everything going on. “You both have a vibe going there.” Ella teased when Sarah got to her. “Michael? No no.” Sarah denied. “Hmm. That response is sus." "C'mon, drop it. There’s no vibe." “Alright.” Ella gave in and went with what Sarah said, but had plans of watching out for more vibes.

Annaliese whispered to William. “How come?” “Both Gerard and Beatrice are accurate shooters. So, are you good at shooting or not?” William furrowed his eyebrows. “I hope so,” he said. “Then it means no.” She clicked her tongue in desperation. Her alcohol tolerance was low. Four cups of beer and she would pass out. She had one before so she had only three chances left. Gerard and Beatrice smirked victoriously as if they had won the game. They were competitive that a small game mattered to them. They would do their best to win.

Nate held up the remaining coffee. “I got one for you too.” Ilyas looked surprised. “For me?” “Yeah.” Ilyas took it. “Thanks.” Eliana looked between them. “You two are becoming suspiciously thoughtful.” Nate smiled. “Maybe we're trying to impress you.” Ilyas gave him a look. Nate laughed. “I'm joking.” Eliana shook her head. “Come on. We're going to be late.” The three headed downstairs. Neither noticed the small smile on Ilyas's face as he walked beside Nate.

*** When I woke up, Johan was sitting on the edge of the bed, shirtless and smoking. He heard me move and looked back. A check landed on the bed in front of me. I stared at it. He only said a few words. "I'm bored with you." Something inside me cracked. Like porcelain shattering, sharp pieces cut across my heart. Still, my voice came out calm. I even smiled. "I've got less than three months left. Couldn't you wait a little longer?" Johan frowned. "Yara Yelton, you should know your place."

Pissed to hear that, Zealand then spat out a mouthful of blood before retorting, “Talk is cheap! If you have the guts, try catching up to us for round two!” Following that, all three of them bolted away, prompting Gerald to say, “Oh…? What tricks do you have up your sleeve…?” With that said, Gerald turned into a beam of light that then chased after the trio… and shortly after, he arrived at a graveyard in Mayberry. Upon entering, Gerald instantly sensed a bone-chilling aura in the vicinity. Smiling faintly, Gerald then muttered, “A formation! How interesting…” The second Gerald’s sentence ended, the trio bolted off again. However, before Gerald could chase after them, evil laughter could be