Montgomery Gator Fan Art Novels & Stories

He said, “Master Gator represents the Crocodile Band from the Southern Sea to negotiate business with us this time.” Argo then continued smilingly, “We must serve Master Gator well because he is a distinguished guest of our Storm Corps. Miss Claret, Master Gator is a big fan of yours, so why don’t you accompany him tonight? You are free to name your price.” As soon as these words came out, Claret frowned. “Master Argo, you are also a frequent customer at Aphrodite’s Wish. You should know that I only sell my art, not my body.”

My name is Artie. I lived with my family, mom and my dad, in the jungle. We had no neighbors but only listening to the sweet melodious voices of the singing birds from the jungle. I grew up from the house and never moved out. My parents used to tell me I was the only reason for their happiness so I made sure to keep them smiling. I was a type of girl who liked watching fantasies so I always wished to make the impossible possible. One day on my birthday, dad asked me to make a wish. I just told them I wanted a tattoo on my thigh instead. My mom scolded me for asking such a stupid thing on my day but it's what I wanted.

Montgomery cuts me off. "You said you wanted him to do something for you in the arts in crafts room." Me and Mr. Montgomery make eye contact. "What did you want him to do to you? I completely forgot." I stare at him wide eyed. He didn't expect me to re-admit what I told him that day- did he? "Mr. Montgomery, I was just simply fooling around with Kol I never meant for my joke to be taken l-" Mr. Everhart slowly begins to kiss the temple of my neck.

“Ok, so I had a strange feeling when we hopped in the car. Hence the seatbelts, but I didn’t KNOW we were going to actually crash. How could eye when the car was totaled and there was nothing that actually hit us!” “It’s Eagon’s gift, or rather it was.” There is a hint of sadness in Monty’s tone, though he tries to hide it. “We could do things with his mind, move things, only inanimate objects. My best guess is he used a tree or boulder and then tossed it off like it was nothing.” “Well shit. That's cooler than your ability to walk in daylight.” Falcon grins. “We can agree to disagree with that one.” Monty quips before loading his bag onto his bag and helping Rome into hers.

“They were too noisy, mo pheata.” Gator shakes his head at Sidhe, causing a piece of his purplish raven hair to fall over one of his steel grey eyes. “Overkill as usual, ma Doudou,” he says then sweeps his hair back into place with a tattooed bronzed hand. Gator or Tee is an MMA champion and a former gang leader from Louisiana. “Yep, but you love me!” Sidhe says before kissing Gator. Here we go again. I roll my eyes. This is normal for the Death Kings.