Michael Blackson Funny Bone Novels & Stories

He noticed that the driver was quite big and he looked at the rearview mirror and he gasped in shock. Stone-cold Steve Austin in the flesh. Their eyes met and Stones frowned. "You?" "You? What are you doing here?" Michael asked. He put his hand to open the door but it was locked by Stones immediately. "Kynes will be so happy to see the fish I caught today," Stones grinned. Michael swallowed hard and touched his pocket. He felt something hard in his pocket and he grinned at Stones. "What?" Stones smirked at him. "Say cheese!" Michael brought out the taser and unleashed fifty thousand volts of electricity on the poor man's shoulder.

Noah flinched, “Well, let’s look at the bright side… at least he didn’t vaporize himself.” Blackie snorted, “…he can’t vaporize himself any more than you can soothe yourself.” “Oh. Well… at least he didn’t vaporize the water he’d already drunk?” “Yeah, good thing that one finely steamed stomach wasn’t on the menu…” “…Blackie …I realize that black humor fits in well with your name… and personality… but there is such a thing as being too black!” QAQ (≖_≖) “Is that a veiled insult where you tell me that I shouldn’t be myself, Black?”

It was instantly broken apart and pushed inward. A black, still wet hand reached in. That was what Alex saw through the light that leaked in through the broken door “D*mn it!” Alex was very shocked. That hand belonged to a skeleton without any flesh and blood. Unlike the previous skeleton king, its bones were black. “Meow!” the white cat cried sternly. Alex instantly threw a punch at the skeleton’s arm. A tremor occurred with a boom. This black skeleton’s defense was not as great as the skeleton king, so its arm was broken apart right away.

Ever since I was young, I knew that my parents' work was unique. My father was a detective who had solved many major cases, while my mother was a forensic artist who was capable of finding clues from the victim's bones. Together, they solved numerous cases. Their most famous one was the White Bone Case five years ago. It was a case about a criminal gang who abducted and killed homeless people before using their bones to smuggle drugs. Since these were real human bones, they could easily avoid being caught by claiming these bones as medical materials.

"Oh, you actually woke up first but couldn't kill this kid... It's really disappointing!" "Has it been asleep for too long and rusted? Otherwise, how could it be like this." "You really disappoint us. I'm ashamed to be in the same team with you!" "Do you need our help? If you do, you can ask us for help!" These revived white bones continuously laughed. The skeleton that was ridiculed was furious, but it couldn't retort. Caspian looked at this strange scene and fell silent.

"He said they were working for one Black Bone." "Black Bone?" Belinda muttered. "Who is he?" "A sick psychopath who thinks he can scare us into our mother's bosoms," Michael flattened. "Why haven't we heard anything about him?" Pedro mirrored Belinda's concern, completely invested in the discussion. "That's why I called you guys; to smoke him out and uncover his hideout, in case he has more than one, which I think is most likely." Michael tossed the last slice of the apple into his mouth.

she replied "Okay, I'll go take a shower now, am so tired thanks to a certain devil" "Devil?" Lucy asked "It's nothing" I said as I walked to the bathroom 🌅🌅🌅🌅🌅🌅🌅🌅🌅🌅🌅🌅🌅🌅 🎙️ Michael's POV 🎙️ I slowly stood up from the bed as my head ached badly I knew this was going to happen, I always blackout whenever I drink But it's strange, I feel like there's something am forgetting

At his position, I stood up, kneeing him on his groin and throwing him on the chair. "Have your seat first." I said, straightened his collar then turned to the others. He groaned in pain, his hands protectively covering the area. Sorry, hon, damage's already done. "The phone!" I demanded. The three stood up laughing. I really didn't find the situation funny. "You are outnumbered doll. Look around. What are you going to do?" Dark skin said. He was such a loud mouth. "I'm going to kick your arses." I said.

"Aw! My aunt had a pet Chihuahua named Stinky. He was so adorable. Can I ask how he died?" "The f*cker was suicidal," Michael said. James choked on his drink and I was trying my hardest not to laugh. I laid my head back on the table and felt my shoulders start shaking. They thought I was crying. I heard Art Blonde scold Pink Streak for asking that question. "I just want to know what he means by that."

Logan agreed readily, but being the grinch he was, he didn’t return the smile. Micheal’s attention was immediately shifted to my mom when she started to tell an embarrassing childhood story of mine, and Blake seemed to be laughing the loudest even though it wasn’t intended for him. Three horrific stories later, I was saved from my misery by Micheal’s ringing phone. The only odd thing about it was that as it rang, a tiny ridiculously bright light shone and Logan who was sitting directly across him flinched the moment the light landed on his bare wrist.