Off The Hook Splatoon 2 Novels & Stories

The dress shirt was so tight around his biceps I wondered how he didn’t just split them any time he bent his arm at the elbow. He gave me another friendly smile and led me down the stairs and behind the kitchen to another door which led to the basement stairs. He flicked on the lights, and I followed him into the finished underground level. There was a mini bar and lounge set up, with leather couches and a large-screen TV mounted on the wall. In the opposite direction was a glass-walled home gym. There was a variety of equipment inside, including a treadmill, stationary bike, and rowing machine, as well as a variety of free weights.

“But it’s the truth and… I don’t want to be like you. Mum is right, lately it seems like you’ve been having a lot of bad influence on me.” “You’re not kidding?” “Do I look drunk to you?” She asked before taking a deep breath. “You have two days. Just two days.” I watched her walk away and slam the door shut leaving me alone again. I wanted to cry but apparently, I had exhausted all the tears earlier on so all I could do was to get back to the floor and brood. My hands shakily took out my phone and in the same slow motion, I unlocked it, tapped the messages icon, searched Adam’s name and typed. “Hey it’s been long, wanna hang out?”

“If you don't mind.” William picked up the clothes and handed them to Emily, wincing as the movement tightened the muscle around the blade that was still stuck in his shoulder. He groaned in dread and took a deep breath, then gripped the handle and removed it with a quick tug. At least it wasn't a serrated edge. Those hurt like sin to pull out. “Are you insane?” William demanded of Paoli, throwing the unlikely weapon into the ground as he spun on him.

It had not even been half a minute since the investor worth billions walked into the restroom, and he was already walking out with a scowl. It was an expression that spoke of trauma, as he had just survived a bioweapon. He did not even take a sip of water before he tried to find a polite excuse to leave like a bat out of hell. "I think that's it for today, Mr. Whitlock. I'll consider your proposal." Then, he led his team out without a single moment of hesitation. The deal was off. Meanwhile, someone uploaded a video of how Grant gave me a dog bowl and trash bags during the holiday gala. Perhaps it was an employee who had quit. Perhaps it was Mia on an alternate account. I never bothered to c

It had a chequered front strap, double diamond grips, stainless steel and engraved frame, polished gold finish of the Wilson Combat Classic Super grade handgun. Eden had seen it in Malakai's hands multiple times and absolutely loved it. In all honesty, she was just taking it now to piss Malakai off, and trust me, it worked. Malakai was fuming, Eden was going to be a lot to handle, he could already tell. He knew she would not be easy to control, and that was an understatement. Eden had become one of his best too. By the time Malakai reached his office, Eden was long gone.

The second I step into the changing room, I rip off my helmet and throw it onto the bench with a loud thud. “Don’t,” Quinn says quickly, stepping between me and the rest of the room. “If you go throwing punches now, it gets you disqualified. We’re not in the game anymore. If you start swinging now, it fucks up your chances of playing next week.” Is he serious right now? “They fucking planned it!” I snap. “That wasn’t a random check. That was an ambush. The whole team knew. They waited and then went after him. That wasn’t just hockey. That was personal.”

Ashton grabbed my hair with his right hand and lifted me off the bed. "YOU'RE YOURSELF INVITING TROUBLES, KITTEN. CAN'T YOU SEE, CAN'T YOU FUCKING SEE THAT YOU'RE VULNERABLE RIGHT NOW? CHAINED AND DRUGGED!! DON'T YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT CAN I DO WITH YOU? DO YOU REALLY WANT ME TO KILL YOU??", he roared and pulled my hair mercilessly. He was trying to rip them off but I didn't back down either.