Goon With The Spoon Novels & Stories

“So, you’re not the mafia. You’re just a bunch of black-clad vigilantes who live underground and talk fairy tales about robbing the rich to give back to the rightful owners and those more deserving.” “Boss, I think she’s got it. Can we please get out of here? I’m starving.” That comes from the corner. From Goon One. At the moment, my brain isn’t working fast enough to come up with better names. He has a scar on his eyebrow—just a slight nick. I could call him Scarbrow. Oooh, that’s a good one. This is the weirdest dream ever. It’s so, so real. But also not real. Yet kind of real? God, my head hurts.

Hell, he'd sat up all night working on shit just for the chance to slip off without Goon #1, #2 or #3 seeing him, but they'd remained obnoxiously around the whole time. "Up. Come on." Goon #1 nudged his chair. "Fuck off," Scott snapped. "I said, come on." Goon #1 pressed the cold barrel of his gun to the back of Scott's head. "We know where Fiona is, and you're going with us. Lila wants answers." Scott got up, glaring over his shoulder at the leader of the Goon Squad. Fuck Lila, and fuck her idiots. "I'm up." Scott spread his hands.

Ryan Manson was silent for a few seconds before asking dubiously, "What do you need that for? That stuff is banned. Too much of it can kill someone." "Oh, it won't." I looked at Susan's twisted face on the surveillance feed and said deliberately, "I just want to buy a couple of animals a good drink."

Besides that, after undergoing some tests, I learned that there was a possibility for the nerves in my legs to recover, though I wouldn't regain the same mobility and dexterity as I had before. I stared at the grisly scars on my legs, my gaze frosty. Winston showed me his phone. "Mr. Yarrow, someone paid to have that trending topic taken down, so Rachel didn't see it." It didn't take a genius to guess that it had been Cameron's doing. He obviously didn't want Rachel to see the news of my death before the wedding. I certainly wasn't going to let him have his way. "Is their wedding today?" "Yes. According to the local time there, they should be welcoming the guests right about now."

He turned to the crowd and the live cameras, shouting, "Don't be fooled by this toxic, manipulative simp! He's a professional at faking innocence to gain sympathy. I've been burned by his tricks!" His words lit a fire of anger in the crowd. Both the viewers online and the people in the room started hurling insults at me and Sloan. "One look at this guy, and you know he's up to no good. He hooked up with another man's girlfriend, and now he's got all these thugs backing him up. What's your game?" "Call the police! These people are running wild in a hospital!" "Arrest them all! How dare they fight in public? Lock them up!"

Goon 3 "Haha once boss defeats them we are easily able to still them when they are injured and not their full strength this makes our work a lot easy" Goon 1 "I heard that this batch will be soon sent to be brainwashed and some are even reserved by Dr. Nanba to do some experiment" Goon 3 "Those unlucky pokemons, hey but we at least get our payment so who cares about them hahahaha" Goon 2 "Ya with that money I will be able to take my girlfriend to some nice vacation hehe" Goon 1 "Man I wished I had a girlfriend" Goon 3 "Ha, look at you thinking about having a girlfriend when you can't even satisfy those whores last night"

The second goon says and I see his hands lighting up in a purple glow. I hear Maeve digging around in her bag a moment before something whizzes past my hip, slamming onto the ground at their feet. Instantly, a light flashes. I look at the goons who looked locked in the moment. “Let’s go.” Maeve says behind me. “What did you do?” I say, not moving, but looking at her behind me. “Stunning spell. It only lasts for 15 minutes, so we have to hurry.” I turn back and look at the goons. “Can they hear me?” I ask her.

At this thought, I felt a sudden urge to rip that mask right off him. I looked at Caleb coldly. "I don't need that kind of blessing. I don't want the prize money anymore. You can have it. Why don't you play host tonight instead?" Caleb's expression shifted instantly, and he waved his hands in frantic refusal. "You were drawn twice in a row. That's destiny! If I stole your prize money, I'd be tempting fate. Are you trying to get me cursed?" At that moment, Michelle chimed in. She whispered in my ear, "Tony, this is Thanksgiving dinner. It's our first gathering of the year. Don't you think you're being a bit of a killjoy?

“Did you just threaten me with a spoon? As in an utensil? As in the thing you use to eat soup and any liquid food? That spoon?” “First of all, do I look stupid to you?” I groan and roll my eyes. “I know what a bloody spoon is, you don’t have to ask me a million questions just to ensure we’re talking about the same darn thing. And yes, I just threatened you with a spoon. One, spoons are like my favorite thing ever, after my family of course. Two, how the fuck do you think I killed that little demon friend of yours? With a spoon, duh. I’ve had some practice with them before, I know my way around bodies.” I explain and wiggle my eyebrows suggestively.

“Isn’t that sweet? “Sampson snickered. “Little miss photographer thinks she can make demands. I’ll say it again, little girl, get lost or get killed, your choice.” “I’m not leaving until I get my dad back!” Bonnie shouted. “This is why I hate teenagers. Just remember that you did this to yourself, girlie,” Sampson warned. His arms mutated into large claws with glowing pink spikes that sparked electrical energy. As Sampson prepared for battle, the rest of the goons mutated like him.