Jayfeather And Stick Novels & Stories

"Lucky for me, I'm a fun person." ~~~ "...It's like I just single-handedly annihilated, You know every rap bitch in da building like like I'm Nicki Minaj, Nicki Lewenski, Nicki Da Ninja, Nicki Da Boss, Nicki the Harajuku Barbie. Like, I mean I don't even know why you girls even bother at this point..." Cara stops rapping after a second of realizing the music has stopped. She turns to see Xander holding the remote with a big frown on his face.

my weight again, trying to get a better view. Suddenly, the log in standing on lets out a loud crack, causing me to sway unsteadily. I freeze. Holding my breath, I pray the man didn’t hear the sound. But to my dismay, he stops what he’s doing and I see him turn his head slightly as if he’s listening for the source of the sound. My heart pounds loudly as I watch, waiting with bated breath to see if he’ll turn around. The seconds feel like an eternity as I stand there, teetering precariously on the creaking log. After what feels like hours but is just a few seconds, the man turns back to what he’s doing. Just as I’m about to let out a sigh of relief, the log gives way beneath me with a splint

"High schoolers are hosting it. A bunch of wannabe gangs. They picked a local library as their venue this time after the last raid." "What are your orders, Young Master? I'll get the team ready," Jeff said. "Prepare the cars. I'd like to deal as well," Kamman said, his voice clear. "Huh? Are you going personally?" Jeff confirmed. "Yes. Since these kids couldn't learn from their parents, I should teach them a thing or two." He said as he buttoned up his shirt, his phoenix tattoo on his chest, initially visible, getting covered up in the process.

That, gets her to scurry out faster than I'd ever seen move since we met, and though I'm grateful for his intervention, I can't help but say, "I am not your property." He pouts and tilts his head. "Are you sure? Because I think if I ask Scar nicely, she'll let me ride you once in a while. When she's tired of your big cock, of course." Irritation and disgust fill me, but at the same time, I can't help feeling glad that he's here. Miguel is a menace to society and the world at large but he's the only one that doesn't seem to be affected by the changes going on, and the familiarity I feel with him makes me feel calmer. "Stop being such a whore."

We were both on our backs. I scrambled to get up, but he shoved the stick to my throat. "Stay down, or I'll have your throat ripped out." Easy enough. I froze. Vivid still stood there. Shaking. At least she was safe from the stick. Mr. Big Stick turned his attention to her, leaning in, sniffing her hair. I felt rage boiling in my veins, shifting to get in again. Mr. Big Stick growled and swung the stick to hit me in the leg. "I said stay down."

If the situation hadn't been so bizarre, Cat would have been happy for him. Jayce started suddenly and jerked into a sitting position. He looked around the room with a hunted expression, his eyes searching the windows. "Which stick is that?" "What? You…" “Which stick is that? You're welcome! “Pleadingly, he grabbed her shoulders and shook her a little, as if he could get an answer out of her. "Hey, it's okay!" She was sure to free herself from his grip, but didn't let go of his hands. “My apartment is on the first floor. You are safe. It's all OK."

She went too far to hurt me like this and she is happy seeing me getting embarrassed. Five guys from the squad enters and What Makes You Beautiful started playing on their background. They were flipping their hair, posing, and imitating Spitfire Strip. Oh my fucking god they're unbelievable! "Hi. I'm Jasper Brady. I suck at football but I still play for a team because I'm a famous Spitfire Strip!" "I'm Silas Cohen. I'm Irish and I act so cool because I'm in the band." "I'm Rowan Easton. I smoke marijuana and make a video of it because I'm the boss. Vas happenin?!"

Donavan shot, wanting to know every bit of the old man's slander before beheading him. Tara hesitated for a moment, knowing there was nothing to hide from don, "She...she left my father for his brother, and so.." she stalled, glancing briefly at her struck father before saying, "...so he thinks I am just like he-" Before she could even finish her sentence Donavan's fist had swung in the defensive man's direction, his brutal punch landing painfully on his jaw, successfully dislocating it. Tara gasped at the unexpected action, hearing neighbouring guests' pants at the man's glutaral scream, but Donavan seemed far from done. He took menacing steps to the man as he tried to haul himself back in

i yelled even louder. “ you want me to come down. Okay" he answered really cool. What. The. Fuck! Ryan dropped me! I sprang up my feet even more furious and wanted to fight back but he nailed me to the wall. I had loosely packed my hair and so the band I used had fallen off sending my hair down. “ You're such a jerk!" I gritted. “ let me go! I said still fighting him.

The thugs quickly hovered around Jayce, telling him repeatedly how horrifying Frank was. Jayce merely chuckled coolly. "Fight my ass. Just watch me teach him a lesson!" While the thugs were all laughing and nodding. "Exactly, Jayce! No one in a hundred miles could beat you!" As Jayce paused, one of the thugs with him strode up, saying, "Listen well, brat! This man is Jayce Stather, and they call him the next Bruce Lee! Know your place and bow to us, or he'll fuck you up!"