Ninjago Tick Tock Novels & Stories

*Tick tock* *Tick tock* *Tick tock* The little boy stood in front of the clock staring at it with his mouth wide open watching as the time passes by. The seconds, changing into mintus and the minute into the hours. “I love your painting Koishi” “Your paintings are truly beautiful for a kid you are born with the talent little one” “The most beautiful I have ever seen” “Onii-chan can you teach me how you made this shade!” *Tick tock* “Wow, he really does have the talent for it” the little kid smiles looking at the dark shadow that stood in front of him praising him. The kid just smiles looking at him as his eyes sparkle hearing the praise.

The boy smiled proudly as if Ningsih and Agus bowed to him in respect. "Hahaha...." laughed Tukijo. "What is this boy doing! Laughing like a crazy person," muttered Ningsih, straightening her body again. Then the woman used a deadly tickling move by pinching Tukijo's waist. "Eeeee somelekete njonte-njonte taine gede," said Tukijo, shocked. "Pfffft, what are you doing in such a cool pose like that?" Ningsih asked. "Ah, that..." Tukijo linked the tips of his right and left index fingers.

Leaving nothing but the crows that somehow screaming in the distance. “TICK TOCK, TICK TOCK.” JK’s voice echoes, mimicking the sound of the clock that almost all of them have done through the current course of this game and book. “Let’s have some fun, shall we?” He whispers, with a sinister smile that he draws on his face while walking by the tick of the clock and along the narrow path and into that cold tunnel that he made and into the dungeon where he is keeping his biggest secret and his most price little prey.

NIKITA Panting heavily, for the first time in my entire life I feel totally threatened , I've seen guns before mostly at the club but never have I been held at a gunpoint this close, "Tick tock, Rick tock, time is running out Nikita, what would it be? Will you become one of us and have the key to an entire luxury or would you rather die as a nobody?" "I'm in" "Wait what?" "I'm in you heard me right Tammy"

Iniko When we get to the mountain, we land and Brooke shifts, growling at me. “You didn’t fly as fast as you can, Iniko!” I lean my face over her. “I beat you, Brooke. What difference does it make?” “It means you don’t think I can fly faster than I did.” “No, it means that I know exactly how fast you can fly. I didn’t let you win. Why are you angry?” I growl back. She turns and begins to walk away. I put my wing in front of her and when she starts to push past me, I push my talons into the ground around her, caging her in.

ARIAN’S POV IT wasn’t gone. Stretched thin? yes, but gone? No. I breathed in relief. I knew she wasn’t going to understand. I’m the biggest idiot on the planet. I made to carry her, but someone tutted and stepped forward. Leonardo Marchetti, I knew him well enough. He had a gun upraised to my head and I heard the members of my pack growling low in their throats, the guards raised their own guns at Him. I knew they’d tear him to pieces, but I spoke to all their minds to calm down.

"Okay, I'm trusting you." * * * Jagger sat in the school's kitchen, his head between his knees, his hands on his neck. He had to get his shit under control before he saw her. The sight of her against the wall, Raymond Tucker choking the life out of her, would forever be ingrained in his memory. He literally wanted to kill this fucker with his bare hands, but they had worked out a plan with Rooster—one that would get them everything they wanted. "We're here to take him." He heard the voice of the Vojnik president, Dino, coming up behind them.

He barely spared my ruined knuckles a glance. "This isn't funny, Niko!" Viv turned on him, her belly swollen with what had to be their hundredth child. "I want this handled. Now." I grinned. She had no idea that it was me who did the attacking. "I'm not laughing, Kitten," Niko murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple before his gaze flicked back to me, darker now. Calculating. "This man isn't some helpless child. Besides," his lip curled, "only his knuckles are busted. I'd feel sorry for whoever was on the other end of those fists."

Agar swiftly applied a sticky film over Benji's chest wound. Just as Benji fought to take his next breath, the film indented, a stark reminder of the life slipping away. "We need to hurry. I'm afraid he might not have enough time," Dr. Agar encouraged me, urgency in his voice as the men around us gathered Benji from the floor with careful precision. "This way." Without warning, Niko's hand clamped around my wrist, pulling me back. "You're staying with me," he said, his tone possessive.