Hot Cheeto Squidward Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 25: KEEP ME COMPANY ZARA: When I heard that voice, every nerve ending in my body went rigid. It was low, dangerous, and carried such an authority that made the very air in the club feel heavy. I turned my head slowly, and there he was. Alpha Darius Stormfang. He was standing just a few feet away, looking like a Greek god carved out of pure, unyielding marble. His suit was sharp, his posture was effortless, and the way he looked at Rider made the younger Alpha look like a trembling schoolboy.

Looked squeaky clean—just work stuff. But my gut said nah. So I checked his bank records. Boom. Transfers to Sabrina. $999. $1,430. And a bunch more. My chest tightened. He was cheating. I stared at the screen—our smiling faces felt like a sick joke. Derrick, the guy who used to act like I was his whole world, had betrayed me. I met Derrick when I was seventeen. My parents had just died, and some relatives dragged me up to Granton City.

"Now, hurry up." "There, done," Cedric said as he stood up. "Let's go, loser." “What shall we order?” Kian muttered under his breath. He was struggling a bit because he’s never heard of such flavors before. ‘Spongebob bar? Iced Coconut? Choco Taco? What are these flavors? Don’t they have plain vanilla ice cream?’ he thought in his head. “The Choco Taco is my favorite, mister!” A cute voice interrupted his thoughts. He looked down to the direction of the voice and stared at the little kid who made the suggestion—a little kid that looked so much like Zeth.

"Are you really going to let that slide?" "Nope," I replied. With that, I walked right over. William puffed up even more when he saw me. "Look, the ex-husband's here. Come, everyone, meet the pro freeloader, our—" Before he could finish, I punched him straight to the ground. "Marcus, are you insane?" Pamela shouted. "Yeah! How could you hit him?"

’ She pronounced the word and he pushed the titbit into her mouth, she chewed it and grimaced then spat it out wrinkling her nose in disgust, ‘What the fuck was that?’ She grabbed her glass of wine and gulped it down to take away the taste, ‘Have you never had squid before Trina?’ Toby asked nonchalantly taking a big chunk of the calamari and popping it into his mouth chewing enthusiastically but Trina paled, ‘S, s, squid? Those things with suckers on them?’ She stammered and Toby confirmed her nightmare, ‘Yeah, and that’s its ink he dipped it into, tastes divine don’t you think?’

I took a sip tasting the cognac that slid down my throat. A tone of tease mixed with a sneer made his jaw tick and his eyes formed into a slit. "I accidentally bumped into her id*ot friend. Found out, she's CEO Weasly's younger sister, Dakota Weasly. Don't want any more contact with her in the future. She's loud and annoying!" he gulped the entire glass of cognac in one go and poured another one. "Take it slowly, brother!" I chuckled.

I hugged him and he hugged me back. "wow... you look hot", Sid said. I was disappointed so I continued, "just hot... how about a better comment, like sizzling hot or something?", I said. Sid smiled and shoved my statement off and replied, "whatever, I liked it when you wore a hoodie. Also, pull up your buttons, your cleavage is visible", Sid said. That was definitely rude. I wasn't expecting this. What, is Sid a gay or something that he is not interested in checking out my cleavage. Oh yes, i remembered... I have bruises all over and that might be making him uncomfortable. I sighed out loud and pulled up my buttons.

" Hardik laughs in his face, which is enough to lose his temper. Aaron looks around. He has already made all the arrangements to torture Hardik!! There is a Wicked Reaper hot sauce. Aaron picks it up. "What are you doing?" "See another side now!" Aaron opens Hardik's mouth and pours Wicked Reaper hot sauce into his mouth. "Aahhhhhhhhhhhh!" Hardik screams out in pain as the sauce goes down his throat. To Be Continued

The way Gigi said it, there was an edge to it, as if it was not just a jest. “Here, try some queso! It’s good!” Heidi pushed the Tupperware toward me. I put some on my plate, and dipped a chip into it, making sure I grabbed a generous amount. As soon as it hit my tongue, I realized that was a bad idea. “Holy shit! This is hot!” I yelled, my mouth burning, snot running out of my nose, and tears trailing my cheeks. I quickly grabbed a napkin to clean my face while my tongue was on fire.

I’m just about to turn around to go back to unpacking our luggage when suddenly, Duke reaches one long arm out, and wends it about my waist before pulling me down to the couch again. “Hey pretty girl,” he snickers. “Ready for some sexy times?” The smell of Hot Cheetos is overpowering from this distance, but before I can say anything, he presses his lips against my own, practically forcing my mouth open to push his tongue inside. It slides like a huge slug down my throat, and I let out a muffled “oomph” as I’m partially suffocated.