Junior Chucky Novels & Stories

They imitated the haze clouding my own head, blurring the edges of the crystal chandeliers and the painted Mona Lisas staring down from the ceiling. I held the picture between my thumb and index finger, Mia Armando smiling up at me from the tabloid with eyes the color of a forgotten summer sky. Weird-looking bird, Junior called her, blonde hair streaked with electric blue, like someone dipped a paintbrush in a neon puddle. Art student, he said, barely twenty years old. "You find her interesting, boss?" Junior, my shadow in a pinstripe suit, leaned against the bar, sipping his usual black coffee.

That was the day I met my nephew, Junior, he was still just a pregnancy, of course. We got to the court and the session began. The lawyers with their blah blah blahs, and then what followed was the judgement. The judge gawked under his glasses, he was sweaty, and nervous as Chuks sat beside me and gave him the stare of death. A cold dangerous gaze that says "Do no fuck up." That was another reason why I brought him with me, everyone grew to know Chuks's reputation, even the judges. That day was one of the days that made that happen, the judge was scared and everyone in the room knew it. Even I was so surprised that I had to ask what Chuks had done to make him so scared. He told me that after

His cousins, Fred, Liza and Doris would mock at him when they were together playing at grandpa`s mansion, “Hey Liza and Doris. Who used to call ‘Papa’ in the place of ‘Mama’ and ‘Mama’ in the place of ‘Papa’? Fred would mock at him, as he`s always the first to begin the charade. The rest of the girls, that`s, Liza and Doris would shout, “It`s Junior. it`s Junior. Junior is a big joke. Junior is a big joke.” laughing loud and jeering. Junior would get frustrated and go to see grandpa for some instant reporting. “Grandpa, they have started again.” Really feeling disappointed and out of himself. Junior would implore to his granddaddy. And his granddad would look at him granny-like and put him o

Clementine POV With Creed we went to the Chairman's office. When we entered the Chairman's office, Creed and I were immediately exposed to three Vampire High students. Two of them were women, they were bent over and the man was looking straight at me. She had a bruise on her side lip. It is possible that these three have a case. The Chairman sat us in front of the three while he sat in his chair. I looked at the Chairman. He turned to look at me.

Was nothing outside the role he’d assigned me. I pulled my knees to my chest and let my mind drift back. Not to the pain of tonight, but further. To the beginning. Ten years ago. Jefferson High School. Junior year. I sat in the back of AP English, notebook open, pen poised, invisible as always. I’d perfected the art of taking up as little space as possible — slouching to minimize my size, speaking only when called on, never making eye contact with the popular kids who treated my existence like a joke.

I slide over to her putting the dummy in her mouth, which makes the small guy shout once again. "What are you doing?!" He shouts towards me, I hold my hands up in surrender once again, last time I try to help someone. "I was just helping the baby," I mutter, does this guy need to show us he's tough even with his size? The taller guy pulls Rick over the counter and to the floor to join our group, he proceeds to pace around the shop floor for a little while, his eyes looking over the group than down and something in his hands, from afar it looked like a little photo that you could fit in your wallet.

Tut asked in a curiosity. " She... She is just a cartoon." She laughed it off , when she mentioned her . " Huh!!!!" Tut didn't understand what Amy was saying . Amy looked at the confused tut and gave him a warm smile. " She was my classmate back at the University , her name is Jessica we call her Jess and she was the college beauty back then. Moreover she was one of my ex boyfriend fan girl. She tried her best to make us apart and even made herself a cartoon infront of everyone. "

One of the youth heard about the elders' plot to assassinate the Young King, but he didn't think much of it. Junior was brought in to kill eight criminals, but he killed them instead. I noticed today that the elders have obtained acid to pour on Junior. Junior is adored by the palace youth because of the huge development he has brought to the country. They mounted the stairs, irritated, to inquire about what was going on. The elders flatly rejected it. However, in the room of the elder affluent, there was a bucket that was covered. Unfortunately, one of the guys moved the acid bucket, and part of it spilled on the guy's legs. John is a cashier.

Dylan said as both fellas embraced each other the more. Junior's many took fast strides towards them and stopped the moment he saw them hugging each other. She only smiled. "Hello, Junior," I waved at him. "Hello, Mr. Slade. Good morning," he replied respectfully. I crouched down to both their levels. "So, you are the junior that has been giving my little man sleepless nights?" I joked with them. Both the boys only giggled at my statement. I rose back to my feet and Dylan immediately brought out the chocolate bar he had brought as gift for Junior. "Here," he said, handing Junior the chocolate bars. "For you. I brought you a gift."

I said. The door creaked open and I heard a gasp, it was the guy downstairs, he was covering his eyes. I scanned around the room to see what was making him do that but there was nothing, then I realized. "Have you never seen a guy shirtless before?" I asked, raising a brow. "Y-yes I h-have." he stuttered. "How old are you?" I asked, not knowing it would offend him until I saw his sulky expression. "I'm 17, same as you." he whined.