Piggy 2 Novels & Stories

Daisy rudely interrupted the pig. The big white pig replied in annoyance, "But you have the Night Terrors Physique." "The Night Terrors Physique and the Green Paradise's demon fox are two different things. I'm a human cultivator," Daisy frowned, “if you get any closer, don't blame me for being rude!" "You dare threaten me?" The giant white pig's eyes widened. At that moment, Caspian's voice sounded behind the girl and a pig. "Okay, let's go!"

"Not something fun for sure!" The young man pulled out a Pixie flute, took a deeper breath so he could play the notes longer. Suddenly a swarm of insects shone around Wiggy's head, there were so many of them, the light they produced was even brighter than the flames of torches. When the Pixies let out a buzzing sound, Wiggy immediately put his index finger against his lips — telling them to shut up.

The old man said and smiles at me which I find now super creepy. Fuck! Even if he gives me all his assets I still don't want to be his boy for a month. I don't need his money. Until now, I still have the black card that Luciano gave me and I can use it and spend it whenever I want. I didn't use the black card though and instead of living like a rich kid, I did a part-time job as a waiter here in La Lena Cafe. I’m trying to live my life as simple as I can be. I want to experience a normal teenager’s life. I want to spend all the money that I really worked for. I don't know but I feel an insurmountable joy and happiness at the thought that I am using my hard-earned money and it's not coming fr

Looking back at piggy, I smiled, dropping my scalpeled hand to his dick and running its sharp edge along the puny limp member. "I'll send this to your wife after as a little 'you're welcome' present!" I declared before pausing, hearing soft grunts from behind me, piggy's eyes narrowed as he looked at the images behind me, turning to see a video playing; he had a different female pinned to a desk, ploughing his pathetic cock into her as she whimpered, seeing who the pretty dark skinned beauty was under him I smirked, understanding his earlier anger now!

She muttered in a dark tone while Noah smirked at her response. "Why? Surprised? What did you thought that I died? Defeating the Artful Dodger is not a cup of tea sweetheart. Maybe you and your so-called husband or shall I say your new man should had been careful about that. Well, what can I even expect from a person who only lives on the mercy of able-bodied guys and switched them from time to time to save her scaredy little ass...Tsk Tsk, pathetic woman, I pity you, Pussycat"

Only Lily was curious about everything and asked the girl: "Are you the manager here?" "Right. " "Are there any special rules to follow?" "No. " "What is your name?" "Amity. " "I'm Lily. Lily Anderson" All the girl's answers were one word. Maybe she didn't like Lily, so she was too cold and indifferent. Lily followed silently. The room Amity led her to was elegant, bright and clean, unlike most of the rest of the rooms here. Most of them are as mysterious as their wolves.

Piggy snapped back, pulling at her pink top. “It’s okay,” the girl that was pushed from her seat got up to her feet, then started walking gloomily towards the bar. Cindy shot daggers at Mick’s blonde friend, but the girl didn’t notice. She was looking at the women to the left and right of her, bragging about how close she was to our club’s main attraction.

"Oh my gosh, Cassandra! What the fuck, seriously? Is that really his name?" "Yeah," Crayvin answers. He clears his throat and adds, "I got a hold of the son again. I just wanted to find out any information about him, like shots and such. He said everything was current and that Piggy here was his father's baby. He, uhm, named him Piggy after his favorite movie character in The Goonies." Tarra's shoulders slump and she nods hesitantly before rising back to her feet. My eyes hold their focus on Piggy, with his dark eyes looking back at me. I didn't notice it before, but there are small gray hairs around his eyes, revealing his elderly age.

I had just finished my plans to take revenge on Evie, but the moment I got off my plane, I got a call from the director of the orphanage. By the time the call ended, I stood there, frozen. Five black cars were parked outside the orphanage gates when I arrived. Before I could process anything, two men in dark suits escorted me inside. While I was still in a daze, an old man grabbed my hand tightly, his eyes filled with tears. "We've finally found you, my boy! It's been twenty years, but now this old bag of bones can die peacefully!"

They walked ten minutes under there before they spotted a skinny, tattooed guy dressed like a punk with green hair. The guy ran as soon as he saw Joey. He didn’t get very far. Joey could run five times faster than any thug he ever chased. “Yo ... yo ... yo ... my man Sling ... where are you running to, buddy?” Joey hooked his arm around Sling’s neck. The green-haired guy turned pale. “Hey, Joey, I didn’t see you comin’ ... just hang ... you know?” he stuttered. “Come on ... let’s go somewhere private where we can talk.” Joey led him to a dark alleyway by one of the shops.