Maurice Hedgehog Novels & Stories

He wore a dark brown shirt with white trousers, too polished to be staff and far too relaxed to be family. As if realizing he’d startled me, he pushed off the wall and walked over. “Hi, I’m Maurice.” He stretched a hand out. I didn’t take it. “Are you a new worker?” He smiled, and only then did I properly notice how handsome he was. His skin was a rich, warm brown that almost glowed beneath the chandelier lights. His hair was braided into neat cornrows, sharpening the angles of his face and jawline. “No,” he said, amused. “I don’t work here.”

“Isn’t it obvious? Gullen told you to meet the Archfiend and here we are. You seem to be leading fine. Now you just have to get him to not kill us all.” “Great. So my goal is what? World peace?” I meant it to sound ridiculous. It did. “I’m not Nelson fucking Mandela.” There was a strange gurgle that came from somewhere inside the dragon. Its long neck rippled. Maurice, who had worked his way to the front, reached out to pat it on the head just as it opened its mouth. Hitokag swooped down from the dragon’s back and grabbed Maurice, yanking him out of the way as a green spray shot out. It covered the grass which immediately dissolved into sludge. The dragon bent down and began slurping it up.

“Everything is ready. I need you to distract the guards guarding the entrance to my father’s cell.” “On it,” Maurice replied and rushed off immediately. > > > > > > > Entrance of the Underground Holding Cells – Seer’s Lair << Maurice strolled confidently down the corridor leading to the tunnel, a basket of fruits in his hands. He wore his usual white robe, and his seer’s badge was clipped to his chest. When he reached the guards, he raised the basket and smiled. “Hey, fellas. I see the cook hasn’t delivered your food yet. How about having some fruits first?” he asked suggestively.

"Maurice, I've just thought of a way to avenge Victoria properly: by killing you and wiping out every last member of the Driscoll family. That might comfort her a little." A flicker of unease flashed in Maurice's chest, but he masked it with a cold laugh. "Insolent brat, still acting arrogant at death's door." Behind his back, his hand clenched tightly, gathering violent inner force until his fist brimmed with power. Black energy swirled around him, its strength on par with Matthias'. It was proof enough that Maurice's martial skill was not far behind the so-called number one martial artist of Gabo Creek. Among the Three Titans, Maurice was known for his patience and cunning. He was the kind

But of course, since she was given clues on the hateful brat's whereabouts, she brought a few of her men to Ocean Paradise, hell-bent on capturing the kid in order to personally torture and kill him. Maurice was a conceited woman. When dealing with enemies, she preferred to be the one with the upper hand. She also preferred to amuse herself first before killing off her enemies. She was the type of person who liked seeing her opponents dying of fear and agitation while she was up there, laughing in amusement. However, precisely because Maurice was egotistic that she could easily get provoked once her weakness was discovered by others. Obviously, she was someone who hated being attacked and h

‘What the fuck! Only then, was Maurice able to catch up with one of the boys. He wrestled with the one who had collided with the egg vendor, in a bid to get my purse from him, but the kid was adamant. He punched Maurice hard on his cheek, making Maurice groan hard and almost fall to the ground. Maurice landed on his knees rather.

Maurice was a friend he had met unexpectedly during one of his Young Master’s secret trips. He had saved him from an attack when he was disguised as Ethan for him to travel back home safely after a hostile takeover of a company who had tried to use a woman to deceive him. “Yes I do,” Maurice smirked happily, “this time, your message will be delivered and be ready my friend. You may fall over at what I’m about to tell you.” “I’m going to introduce you to the best secret delivery service ever based in the city of Sunnybrook. Only known to but a few and very efficient with a hundred percent success rate.”

Maurice had neglected exercise over the years and didn't stand a chance against Xavier. He turned back to Quinn. "I'll give you one more chance!" He was losing his patience now. Despite everything he had said, Quinn remained unmoved. It pissed him off. "I don't need your dumb chances." Quinn crossed her arms. "You'd better not regret this in the future. You can rot here for all I care!" Maurice fled when he saw Xavier stalking toward him. The way he saw it, Xavier was nothing but a savage caveman from the borderlands who was all brawn—he had no brains and no power.

He lost his balance and fell back onto the mud. “Argh!” he yelped in pain, face contorting into a grimace. His back was hurt by a crushed stone, and it jolted him awake. “Mo!” Charmine heard his yelp and looked back, seeing Maurice falling down. Frowning, she asked worriedly, “Are you hurt? Do you want me to come down for you?” “No, I’m fine…” Maurice struggled to get back up. He shook his head, fought back the sharp pain, and held onto the ladder shakily before he finally climbed up the ladder, getting out.