Mao Mao X Badgerclops Novels & Stories

The Clenched Fists The driver corps of Team 666 let out an incredibly gleeful, raucous chorus of laughter, their eyes scanning Chloe Bishop, Lulu, and Zoe J. with an open, lewd, and deeply vulgar evaluation. Mao Jun’s baseline psychological restraint completely collapsed under the weight of the insult. Extending a trembling, furious finger straight at Yu Hao, he unleashed a roaring condemnation. "Have your pathetic lips executed enough laughter yet? To state the parameters with absolute data accuracy: a collection of toxic, low-tier trash like your crew doesn't even possess the baseline eligibility to stand on an active professional track!"

Dave and Zoe said in unison. "Those 3 guys are the founders, owners, stakeholders and whatever else kind of ownership there is of the Bad Boys Club." At this Annabel Reed's eyes came up from her book "I said no talking! " she looked at me "I heard you got into trouble at English today? You should learn to do more than drool over people who will laugh at you after pranking you and get your nose buried in your book." The poor juniors seating with us flinched at the sight of their head girl's rage but if Annabel Reed noticed it she didn't say anything about it. With her never smiling face and commanding tone my guess is she grew up in a military base.

Alex stood up from his seat, before Raymond could say any further, he saw himself pinned against the wall, Alex hand flew to his neck, as he grabbed his throat, he watched Raymond fight helpless for a chance to breathe again, " If you mess with me using my mother's death, I will not only kill you, I will make sure you have a very painful death, burn your body, and scatter your ashes to the four corners of the earth, If you....."

he grumbles. I need to find a more fitting word than buffoon and sparky pants to describe my kidnapper. Nincompoop, blockhead, and dumbbell don't have the proper connotation, so I'll keep thinking. "Oh, I'm so scared," I squeal as we plunge down the side of the mountain again. Ninnypooper doesn't seem to mind my false intonation. He laughs gleefully even when he knows he hasn't terrified me. I've come to the conclusion dragons are simpleminded.

He moved his wing and blasted Mao Mao to the nearby wall. "Ugh!" Mao Mao groaned in pain as she slammed to wall due to the attack. She returned to human form and struggling to lift herself from the ground, her legs were shaking. "Master.. No..you can't.. touch her.." Rui Chang Hu lifted his claws, drops of drool fell from his mouth to ground. "I WILL DEVOUR YOU!!" "MASTER!!!" The moment Rui Chang Hu's mouth opened wide and Mao Mao jumped to stop him, bright light came out of Ming Yue's body.

I had unknowingly closed my eyes. But when I opened them, the two alphas were face to face. He was foaming at the mouth as he banged against the glass, ramming it with his whole body as it shook. Dr. Dawson smirked. He taped the glass with a mocking expression. As the specimen had nothing he could think of doing for more intimidation. He started to pace back and forth, staring Dr. Dawson down, growling at him and baring his teeth.

Kilo and I raced towards our blonde best friend, using our werewolf speed, while we rampaged through the crowd of students. "Hey, Kir over her-" Kaoru was suddenly dog-piled by an oversized lizard! He didn't even have to look up to know that Moose, who is a dragon despite his name, is the culprit due to seeing a large reptilian tail with bright orange scales slumped across my shoulder. Moose is what most people would call the annoying friend, but when you've known someone since the diaper days it's hard not to love them. "What the hell, Moose! Get off of me!!" Kaoru yelled at the dragon as he continued to sit on his back, while he was forced to watch as Kir jumped into Kilo's arms in an embr

Even now, the eagle's head stick had suffered several cracks after colliding with the enemy's mace and sword. “Wife, if we don't get rid of this Old Bastard soon, we’ll lose our life! I didn't expect the human race to reach such high power! This is terrible!” Mao Mingzao muttered to his wife. It was the first time Mao Mingzao felt overwhelmed when fighting a human. Kraaaaakkkk………Kraaakkk…. Kraaak....

A burly man with a deep scar slashing across his cheek clicked his tongue in disdain. "Too bad Romulo didn’t finish the job. That bitch is still alive." "May Romulo rest in peace," murmured one with mock solemnity, crossing himself. Silence fell. Only the crackling of the cigarette filled the air until one of them—a man with dark hair and slanted eyes—spoke in a low voice. "She heard me." Every gaze snapped to him. "What did you just say?" asked the scarred man, his voice sharp as a blade.

"Sir we don't serve that after four pm I already told his mom..." "Do you or do you not have Mac and cheese back there?" "Well no it's made fresh every morning. "You've got macaroni salad on the dinner menu which means you've got noodles, you have cheeseburgers on there too there's your cheese. Tell the chef to heat up some pasta and melt some cheese it can't be that hard." "But sir... "If you tell me about that four o'clock thing again I'm gonna lose my shit. That's a human being, that's a manmade device that keeps track of time. This kid has to go to bed hungry because that says so?"