Online Garfield Comics Novels & Stories

Garfield instinctively draw using his pen a crude and ill-fitting revolver out of panic, pointed it at her head, and she halted. “Huff, huff….”Despite the fact that they were both sweating profusely, they were laughing together. “Pft, hahahaha!” As they both fell to the ground with their arms outstretched, watching the sun rise at the rooftop, K Whatever put down her hand with the kiddie sized cartoon character scissors scythe and Garfield tapped the press from his scythe pen he had. Garfield said chuckling, “If that wasn't your own scythe, you would have been actually cut by it! Although you still couldn't beat me, at least now you can wield your scythe properly without accidentally hurting

"Are you aware of the stupidity you have committed? If the Gold Card is destroyed or even slightly damaged, the money in it will be considered lost by the bank!" "Bajingan! You just threw away my two million dollars! In return, I won't let you get out of here alive!" Garfield got up and walked over to Haven with his fists clenched. "Since you've ruined my card, I'll break your arms and legs in return, street dog!" Garfield was furious, he felt the need to teach Haven a lesson. "You are dead!" Garfield cursed as he clenched his hand into Haven's handsome and sturdy face.

Alpha Gordons said with conviction in his eyes praying his son understands “This is preposterous!! Father, why would you think of such thing? Is that the extent you hate my mate? Do I need to remind you that our mates come once in a life time and if I reject mine, I may never see any again? Father, I Garfield Gordons stand here to tell you today that I will marked the Omega and she will bear for me beautiful and handsome pups whether it pleases you or not” and with that Garfield left the chambers and closed the door with a loud bang.

Sighing exasperatedly, Stacey stepped out of her car to go and help the beggar, but Garfield grabbed her hand before she could reach him. "What are you doing?" Garfield asked, raising an eyebrow at her. Stacey turned and gave him a cold stare, not liking the way he was grabbing her arm, and he was too close. "What do you mean? I'm going to help the person lying unconscious of course." Stacey replied, moving her arm away from Garfield's grip, but Garfield grabbed her arm and spun her. Looking her in the eyes he said, "Yeah, I know but…. Let me give him that." Garfield nervously said, not wanting Stacey to see Arthur.

“How could that be? Besides Marcelo, who else could afford such luxury for Renee?" “Miss, it might be wise not to measure others by one's yardstick. Miss Hudson is quite capable. What makes you think she couldn't own the island herself?" “Owned by her? That's hard to believe." “Just a bit of humor." Garfield put on a fake smile and said, "Considering Miss Hudson’s access to exclusive jewelry collections from the Light Show, wouldn't you agree that her resources are beyond those of ordinary people?" Garfield was intimately involved in the jewelry dealings.

Suddenly, a swarm of people rushed up to Garfield. Garfield’s expression darkened significantly. “Motherf*cker!” he yelled as he yanked open his collar. “I have already informed you all that my friend is on his way to deliver the money, but you keep on forcing my hand. I, Cicero Julus, have been dabbling in the martial arts community for so many years. I even slept with a princess from the previous dynasty without paying for it. Are you f*cking toying with me now?” A black aura surged between Garfield’s palms as soon as he raised his hands. Garfield waved that aura to the front, releasing a wave of . The large crowd that was rushing in his direction was immediately lifted off the ground.

As the meal progressed, I found myself relaxing more, the earlier tension melting away. "So, my dear," Garfield began, "I'm curious; tell us more about your life before you came here. What were your favorite things to do?" I paused, considering how much to reveal. "Well, I spent a lot of time reading. Books were my escape from reality. I also enjoyed sketching, though I never had proper materials. I'd make do with whatever I could find." Garfiled's eyes lit up. "You're a painter! That's wonderful. I'll make sure you get all the materials. I would so much love to see one of your pieces."

In The Parlor Mr. Garfield was surrounded by his closest friends - Alfred, Leonard's father, and three others. They had been with him since before 9 a.m., rejoicing over the arrival of his grandchildren, whom they celebrated even without having seen their mother. Though all successful businessmen, that new milestone in Garfield's life surpassed any professional and business achievement. They were all of a similar age, and as their own children were still in their mid-twenties, none had yet become grandparents themselves.