Mount Justice Novels & Stories

"He will drop it off, and I'll demand he stay so I can feed him and that's how it always works." I nod and then walk over to Axel. "You get everything ordered you need?" he asked. "Yes, I'm ready, when you are." Axel and Jack talk for a few more minutes about the jerky, as I just lean into My Giant, and he holds me close. Once we are outside in the fresh mountain air again, I smile up at him. "Take me home, Axel." He looks me over with a playful glint in his eyes. "Where is home?"

He merely said gloomily, “I’ll settle this with you later.” Cole walked toward Jenson and said, “Jens, the Yorks Stronghold’s terrain has always been steeper and more dangerous than the Matterhorn. One of the levels is set on a cliff, and some levels are arranged using the five elements. You’ll have to give everything a good look. If you can’t do it, you can choose to give up. After all, our barriers were set to either win or lose, not to kill you.” Jenson glanced at the checkpoints scattered on the dangerous terrain of Mount Pearl and smiled. “I just want to know which checkpoint will you be overseeing?”

“Okay then, if it will help me get rid of you, I don’t mind” “You still don’t believe me” she said, her voice holding a bit of dejection. I just smirked and shoved the rest of my sandwich into my mouth. On the fourth day, I decided to go hiking, I might as well take advantage of the environment, “We have so much to discuss after the shift” Mela said, seemingly excited that we were leaving the house. “Better discuss Em now, cos after this so called shift, you aren’t hearing from me again” I replied, scanning my surroundings. I found a mountain just off the footpath and decided there and then I would climb it. Right up to the top.

Their children would be carrying on that tradition, I somehow knew that for certain, "Jericho's?" "Yes," Gunnar nodded slowly as if talking to a small child, "Jericho's." "Well, that sucks," Tory's voice cut through the room, "no one wins." "Huh?" Ace asked in clear confusion. "Nothing," his wife reassured him with a not-so-innocent grin, "are you guys staying because we aren't planning to leave any time soon?"

Luca watched her glow. “I passed,” she said, leaping into his arms. “I’m so proud of you,” Luca replied. “But we got to move, the jet’s waiting.” “Wait, what? Where are we going?” “Wyoming. United States.” “Wyoming? What’s in Wyoming?” Jade asked, confused. “Jackson called me out. I accepted. So now we fight.” “Seriously? Can’t we just skip this whole thing?” “Not a chance. Backing out would make me look weak.”

With Miguel's return to the room, the two could come across two guys standing at his door, one with brown hair in a well-aligned haircut, a shaved beard and standing with his hands in his pockets while the other was talking super excitedly, gesturing a lot. This one had dark blond hair combed back. As Miguel approached the duo, he put his hand on Catherine's shoulder, making her look at him a little scared at first. His hand was warm, and he had to take a step to his side, which made her smell his wonderful scent. It was Miguel's perfume, with a woody odor that matched perfectly with his lumberjack style. The trance in her mind was broken when she heard him introduce her.

This was said by one of the attendees from Al-Jahir He replied, "Why? Haven't you seen him before? Not only his name is strange .. Wait until you see his clothes. Haha, it's really fucking.. why did they put a torture club on Jimmy Mountain? It really is an insult to the mighty Jimmy Mountain " Then Momo walked out to the ring in a tight black outfit that looked like total perverts.

Only a few fully-armed knights could be seen passing by. “What are you doing here?” Just as James was scanning his surroundings, a few knights rode over to him. “No one is allowed to approach Mount Olympus for now.” The knights glanced at James. Holding the Blade of Justice in his hand, James said coldly, “Can’t you see that I’m here to participate in the International Martial Arts Conference? It’s on that mountain, isn’t it?” “Yes, the conference will be held on Mount Olympus.” “Got it.” James said coldly.

“I pay you to get your tasks done.” Carrie turns to Trent, and her voice wavers: “Are you okay?” The Mountain grips a handful of Trent’s shirt, just beneath the collar, and tugs him to a halt. The Mountain’s other hand extends so Trent can see the monster taser in his peripheral vision. “I am very okay,” Trent says, trembling slightly. “I am so okay, you wouldn’t believe it. Never better.” “Your boy is taking us on a very special errand,” Big Jim says, placing a hard hand on Trent’s shoulder. “But don’t worry, we’ll be back in an hour or so.”

We won. Took out the Galaxy five to four. Except for our sweeper rolling his ankle when he came down wrong during a head shot, the game went fine. It wasn't necessarily pretty, but we got the job done. I might have had more enthusiasm if I hadn't still been pissed at my family. It's been a week since the showdown at my mom's house, and the only two people to even try to apologize were Blanca and Geovany. This doesn't surprise me. Geovany isn't just my big brother. He's one of my best friends. He knows I'm smarter than everyone gives me credit for.