Hood Black Rugrats Novels & Stories

He heard his father resorted with frustration in his voice. “Dear, you shouldn’t be here. Go back to your room.” His mother hurriedly whispered when she noticed him listening to their conversation. “Wait, did you just say men in black?” Hyde resorted when he came back to his senses. His companion didn’t speak but answered him with a mere nod. “Oh, and one more thing, she also said that one of them has some kind of black bird tattoo on the neck.” Hyde was stunned when he heard about the tattoo. He’s certain, that the deceased man was one of them—or just a scapegoat.

I said to her. She must never know that I find her attractive, it was wrong and should never be made known. " Give me a minute," I said. I walked into the closet with my towel and grabbed the tissues that were on the shelf and rubbed off the blood that had threatened to show its ugly self. I wonder how long I was going to cope with this. They said Lyra has healing powers, I have to make sure I am cured of this ailment. I can not continue like this, it feels like my life is getting shorter by the day.

Legacy added, he was a little bit cold this time around. Mark couldn't believe this little Rugrats are actually trying to blackmail him. But, they're too small, he thought. 'They can't possibly do anything'. He further said to himself, underestimating what this three little Rugrats are actually capable of. "Today is your mum's birthday, aren't you guys planning a surprise for her?" Mark inquired, in the bid to stall the conversation.

- River lies on his couch, pondering the ceiling while E Business plays on the television set—showing an ad for some random moisturizer. He checks his phone, then lays it back on his chest, not even a grimace on his face for he was too weary. A second later, the advertisement finishes and begins playing live coverage of Sebastian Black, speaking to the press outside of the Black & Co. building.

"It's just some harmless bondage. I was going to tie you up anyway. Ol' Blackie's kink trap saved me the trouble." The no-fur crawled across the bed until he was close enough to run his fingers up and down Guru's thighs. "Okay, I admit I was very distracted by you and I wasn't thinking about finding the bridge at all but..." Guru stopped what he was saying to marvel at what he was now noticing. The thing under the bed. At least he guessed it was a thing. It appeared to have a lot of eyes and many appendages. "I think this is where ol' Blackie does very bad things to his demons! There's a something waking up under the bed that sort of looks like a jellyfish but not really. Way more grabby."

The hooded, amorous hitman? “No way!” I hissed, slapping a hand to my forehead as I remembered the dude I’d run into. Hey, creepy stranger. You got a little white stuff. Right here. It had been paint I’d seen on him. White spray paint. And hadn’t I caught mists of red and black on his hands when he’d given me my cheese? “Whoa,” I breathed. Black Crimson had not picked up my grandma’s package of apology cheese for me, had he?

“I think we’d better hurry.” Ru was walking already and Lyric’s words didn’t cause her to pause, but she did raise an eyebrow before asking, “Why is that?” “Just a feeling.” Before Ru could comment, there was a scurrying sound up in the loft area. Ru stopped and looked up. Across the ceiling, a black shadow began to creep. The form reminded her of a large lizard, but this one had two heads. “What the hell is that?” “That… is a Creeper,” Lyric replied, stepping up beside her. “And where there’s one, there’s a thousand.”

Not anymore. A small, gray mouse crouched in the corner of the room. Its fur was matted, eyes dark and fearful. Reggie grabbed an old shoebox to sweep it into. Family photos tumbled out and wisped onto the carpet. She studied those faces for a beat and then stepped over them. Her giant shadow fell across the mouse.

“You survived becoming a Rogue, being tortured in a creepy ass dungeon by two perverts, escaped said perverts only to be afraid of dying your hair? Seriously? You can do this!” I rolled my eyes at her and put the bottle down on the sink. “Okay, just put the muck in my hair and get it over with before I change my mind.” I grumbled. “But if I look like an idiot with crazy hair tonight at the initiation ceremony, I’m strangling you in your sleep.” I glared at her, trying to look intimidating, but the facade broke and we both started laughing. “Just sit down and relax.” Avery said, smearing the smelly liquid over a strand of my hair.

Grey POV: I stared confused at Rug and this witch. I thought Rug let my mom locked in the dark room, while it let her grew weakened until she escaped into the wood and got killed by Rogues? What was he saying now, about my mother giving her life up for me? Lisa eyes turned completely black, her pupils were now gray as she work her spell on Rug. “ Nothing is going to save your son from me, not even you!” Lisa bounced a finger on the side of his.