Mandy X Chester Comic Novels & Stories

I got to the mansion and noticed that Heather's car was nowhere to be found, I walked into the house, the maids doing their daily chores, the soft whispers coming to a cease the second they noticed me. "Where's everyone?" My voice was low but very firm, one of the maids bowed to me, "Mrs. Heather left for an important job while young Miss hasn't left her room." I nodded slightly then headed to my room when I was blocked by Leslie, in her arms was Fiocchi, "I guess he was a gift to her as well," she said while patting the puppy. I tried moving but she blocked my entrance staring deep into my eyes, "I expect a divorce very soon, my mom doesn’t take tainted goods," she pushed the puppy to me an

I could feel my stomach tangle in enough knots to make a twisted pretzel as jealousy was starting to graduate into hate for the unknown, charming stranger. Without much preamble, I marched straight towards them before yanking my giggling mate from the larger man and securing him against my chest and arms. This time, I did not resist the thundering growl that erupted and glared harshly at that Chester wolf. “He is OFF LIMITS,” I growled and I did not know who was more shocked- Chester, Dante or me ! I had never reacted like a crazy, jealous b*tch before. “Uh …. ,” Chester awkwardly said as he glanced between me and Dante before extending his hand to shake with mine. “I am Chester Kain. Ryder’

Chester’s spine went ramrod when he saw the duo enter his office, mostly due to surprise at seeing them together. “Chester.” Xander greeted cooly with the subtle raise of his brow at the man’s behaviour. “I wasn’t aware you’d be joining us tonight; I had your container moved to the top of the line already.” Chester fumbled with the paperwork on his desk, looking for the waybill. “Luckily I don’t report to you then, huh Chester?” Xander remarked sarcastically and snatched the paper from the man’s trembling hand. “Have you opened the container?” Xander demanded as he scanned the details.

“Chester is here.” Everyone turned their eyes in that direction, yet Shaun and Catherine looked at him strangely. With a tall and sturdy figure, he looked handsome in a maroon suit. Nevertheless, he was wearing a face mask. What was wrong with him? “Well, Eliza bit Chester and injured his mouth,” Rodney grimaced like a busybody. Shaun raised his brows, yet Catherine frowned before she said, “It serves him right.” “Aw. Don’t say that. Chester has decided not to marry Cindy, so technically, he’s not playing the field.” Rodney stood up for his buddy.

Third Person POV Nan staggers backward, ignoring the sting on her cheek and the blood in her mouth. She watched as Chester landed blow after blow in Tyler’s face, making him barely recognizable. Nan’s wolf whimpered at the sight of their mate and his clear anger. Wait… Chester?? What was he doing here?! Chester’s hands were red and blistered from the force he was using to destroy Tyler’s face. For a moment, Tyler did try and fight him, but Chester was much bigger and stronger. Nan was so frozen that she couldn’t comprehend what was happening.

There was a girly scream, the kind women make when they see each other at a party, and Mandy came running out from a stall. “You’re here! You’re here!” She threw herself into Jenny’s arms, and then hugged Claire and Flossie. They all reluctantly returned the hugs, not really sure how to react to the one-woman hug spam. She skipped over to Cheng and took one of his multi-tentacled hands in hers. “We knew you’d come eventually. I said they would, didn’t I?” Mandy was usually a mouthy bitch and full of herself to an unbearable extent. She used her sex aggressively and was quick to anger and jealousy. She wasn’t a pleasant person to be around and not reliable or trustworthy. But right now she lo

Chester flung me over his shoulder and I did not try to struggle, when the darkness covered everywhere, they made tents and we rested there. I barely ate or drank what I was offered and I guessed the news reached Chester's ears because he barged into my tent unannounced barking. "Do you not value your life at all?" Chester was speaking like something else was the problem. I looked at him, eyed him and looked away ignoring his very existence. "Look at me," Chester grabbed my chin and turned my face to him. "You will eat and drink what you are served because I need you alive and not dead." With that he forked some pasta off my plate into his mouth and drank from the cup I was served.

"Listen, you've got it all wrong. That drug wasn't her doing—it was me. The whole thing was a mix-up, and even Emma got hurt by it." The trio's eyes widened, and Chester could feel a slight shiver run through him. He had despised Emma for so long, blaming her for drugging his father and shattering any hope of his parents getting back together, of ever having a whole family again. However, if it was all just a big misunderstanding, what about all the things he had done to her over the years? He could not bear to think about it. Mandy kept going, "You see, I was trying to play matchmaker for James and Chester's mom. Your split was a joke, and you two weren't on bad terms, so I figured with bot

Yet, as the dream hung in the balance, a new figure emerged on the periphery of the moonlit clearing: Xander, the former Alpha of the Red Moon Pack, and also Chastity's mate. In a surge of determination, Xander leaped into the dream, his presence a testament to the unbreakable bond that tethered him to Chastity. The trio—Dylan, Chastity, and Xander—standlocked in a tableau of destiny, the threads of the dream weaving a tapestry that transcended the boundaries of the subconscious.

“Uh. Sorry. I only cared about looking at the beauty. I really didn't hear clearly. What did he say?” “D*mn you!” At the same time, Xerxes and Mandy appeared on the top of a certain building. Mandy pointed at Alex and Jade below her and said, “Jade and the Rockefeller brat are really like a match made in heaven when they are together. What do you think?” Xerxes was speechless. He gritted his teeth and thought, ‘Did this brat do it on purpose? Is he not afraid of God's wrath for courting his master?’