Lazytown Novels & Stories

My mother's Brazilian blood is reflected in my name. My #1 safe house, which is not associated with either persona, is the well-located Batcave hidden in an active parking structure, part of a busy industrial district. Then, because I am especially smart or paranoid (in my line of work they are hard to distinguish) there was a fourth home, which I call Fort Zero. This location is very secret and secure. There I could entertain Gracie properly, in comfort and style with lots of toys. No records connect the property with me. Due to a quirk the address isn't in the system, so if anyone got a warrant it would be flawed, and goodbye evidence.

How in the world could he ever bring them down? Still, he had to try. He would do it for Lily, for Ave, and for everybody whose life would change because of the technology of his clean energy. He wouldn't let the bad guys win. The steaming mob of steam and dark sprawled city into view. Hawk pulled into the lot of a skeezy, run-down motel on the edge of town—the kind where its employees have no motivation to ask too many questions or remember faces: perfect for laying low. The rest all tumbled from the van, folding arms and stretching legs like clowns from a circus car, looking this way and that. James looked around warily, half-expecting Elena's goons to pop out of the shadows.

But most importantly, I’m excited to see my woman again. “Take the sharp left and keep going straight.” Axel says, his voice filtering through the walkie-talkie in my grasp. “Roger that…” Barely twenty minutes later, the driver turns into a rundown part of New York. Shadow Town is a name that fits this area to the boot. The darkened street corners are littered with street punks, half-dressed hookers and barely legal kids trading drugs. We’re quickly losing daylight and the weak streetlights do very little to illuminate the mini Sodom and Gomorrah.

༺RAYNE༻ Liam takes me from city hall to his house, a ridiculously huge mansion in the upper east side of New York City, the part of town where only the super-duper rich people live. I can't stop myself from staring at the place. It's breathtaking. “If you're done gawking, you can come inside now.” Liam's irritating voice ruins the moment for me. Ugh! He's so annoying and so arrogant! I roll my eyes at his back and stick my tongue out when he's not looking. He walks ahead of me while his bodyguard is just right behind me like a big, burly watchdog.

The annoying traffic jam made me groan inwardly then i realized that this human doesn't follow the law so I ran between people's cars creating scratches and having them yell and curse profanities at me which of course didn't make me give a fuck. I got to the dark and secluded narrow road that signalled the near distance to my destination. After a few bumpy rides I arrived and killed the engine before getting down. I laid the helmet on the motorcycle and locked my gun into my holster before glancing around the deserted area to be sure there was no life except for the oblivious ones that hid underground. I got to into the building using the code and went down to the casino. Smoke and alcohol g

Before he could finish, Liam interrupted. "What’s this informant’s name?" Liam asked. "We haven’t uncovered his real name yet, but others call him Six Ears." "Six Ears?" Liam lifted his head to look at Julian. "What’s his background?" "From what we’ve gathered, Six Ears is quite mysterious. He keeps a low profile, but his business spans the entire northwest region. He’s far from ordinary—likely one of the hidden major figures in South City," Julian explained in detail. "Six Ears currently runs a place called the Leviathan Club in South City."

I rub at my neck anxiously, hating he not only saw the footage, but is bringing it up. "Come on sissy boy, lets see how hard you really hit." Les holds his hands up, wanting me to punch them as fast and hard as I can. I raise my fists, ready to throw this fucker down along with my bed reputaion. Tate "So wait, you don't want a traditional wedding topper?" Camden looks at me a confused look as we stand in the posh La adore Wedding. It's a wedding planner franchise that Chloe found here in Chicago.

The man standing in front of me didn't look like someone I've met before, from his outfit you could tell he was wealthy, nice watch, nice shoes, clean shaven. I repeated my question again..."who are you?" "Excuse my manners, my name is Coal," he brought his hand towards me for a hand shake, Coal? I go through my brain to think of anywhere I've heard that name before, he still had his hand stretch before me, I come out of my thought taking his hand as I introduced myself..."Odessa," I said as I gave him a smile that didn't quite reach my eyes, he was a stranger standing in front of my door, or rather someone standing in front of my door who I didn't want to accept I was seeing.

Alex ignored her until he found the perfect spot at the gigantic garage where there was no one around, he finally released her hand. "What do you want? Serena asked him angrily, rubbing her wrist, It seems that his grip was too tight for her slender wrist, she did not like the way he behaved towards Liam who was just having a pleasant conversation with her, and also how he dragged her out of the hall. "What are you flirting with Liam? What about happened to " excuse me for a moment, I want to use the restroom and be back in a jiffy?" he fired more intensely than he wanted

“I know! I know! I promised I wouldn't cry today. But you can't blame me. Mother is outside preparing for a grand party for Angus and I am stuck here with you and a rotten pizza on my carpet, No offense, Lala.” I rubbed her gently on her branch and she tightened her grip. “I wish she could love me”. Just then “Numb little bug” by Em beihold began to play. I began to sing to it, draining in every single beat and lyric. “Lala, if you can help me arrange my room. I promise to not let anything ruin my day”. The tree shrugged and in a way, grimaced. “Oh come on! It sounds fair to me. Okay! I'll give you fresh manure and nice trimming later”.