R6 Novels & Stories

He lifted her skirt and could see droplets of her juice glistening in the sun around the beautiful entrance to her fanny which she was pushing out at just the right angle for him to drive home to the hilt. Fucking hell, Riven was desperate to enter her, but using every last ounce of willpower he thought he'd get his own back for the Chairwoman incident from earlier. He gave her a playful slap on the bottom and turned on his heel saying, " Come on they will have finished serving lunch if we don't go now".

“Rancid left you something.” Nitro stood up and walked to the back of the room and opened a door. He disappeared inside and returned a few minutes later with a large box, one that would hold an expensive dress. He placed the box on the table in front of Jake and sat down again. Jake opened the box and pulled out the black leather jacket. It felt heavy in his hands and he turned it over. On the back, etched onto the leather, was a burning phoenix with his road name, ‘Wrath’, beneath it. Jake swallowed the lump away and looked at Bandit. “Fucking Rancid,” he said, and everyone burst out laughing.

I knew it would be a long time before this anger left me. “Please let us know if there is anything else we can do to help,” Slade said as the Beta walked towards us. “How many did you kill?” the Beta asked. “Seventeen in total,” Rafael said with a smile. “Although Slade’s always over-eager.” “You say it like it’s a bad thing,” Slade said. “No, I was complimenting you,” Rafael said and Slade grinned. “Morgan, call me anytime, we need to get back,” I said to him.

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Raymond asked Warlock as they had found him lying on the ground in one of the rooms. “ he looks fine to me ” Warlock answered. “ what happened ” Ron suddenly said. “ it's Frederick, we found him laying here in the ground” Raymond said. Ron didn't asked anything else as he walked to where Fredrick was and crouched down beside him, he touch his neck and felt his pulse. “ he's still alive ” Ron confirmed as he stood up from the ground. “ bring him , let's head back to Naal city ”. * * *

I’m impressed. “ Let’s time it.” I read Speed saying. Ratchet presses a few keys and a stopwatch pops up in the corner of the screen. I see his finger hover over a button as he watches the track. When Speed is directly in front of us Ratchet hits the button and Speed takes off like a rocket. I swear she is back in front of us before I can blink. I look over at the stopwatch and see it has stopped at one hundred and twenty-five seconds. Ratchet types “ That is at one hundred and twenty miles per hour.” Holy fuck she is going that fast already. I see Ratchet reset the stopwatch. “ Speed’s words come across the screen “ Let’s see if we can do better.” Do better is she fucking kidding right now?

The Fantasia 2R-E had difficulty catching his much lighter opponent, who happened to be piloting a Fantasia 1R. As the predecessor model, the 1R lagged in several areas compared to the 2R. Nonetheless, the 1R the opponent piloted was the stock model, granted him a decisive advantage in agility and short-ranged mobility. The forest environment also bogged Shifter66 down. His 2R-E couldn't find a clearing to put his substantial boosters to good use. Without the extra speed afforded by the boosters, his 2R-E had been rendered into an overweight mech, clumsily trying to turn its sluggish frame in the direction of his flitting opponent.

Tana laughed heartily; the melodious chime of her laughter ringing around the living room as Rum cleaned his shirt. “I think you’ve just insulted the best slinger and dasher in the Howling Five, Miss Rose.” I stared at Rum. “You’re the best? What’s your best record?” “Thirty nine,” Blake said on his behalf and took a sip of his wine. My eyes couldn't get larger. "Thirty nine points? That's just one point from the full right?" I jolted my shocked look at Rum. "That means you never miss a ball and you'll always get it in the—six thousand? Six thousand what?"

"Hey man, get out of the way!" Rademos felt possessed as he shot out an arm and hit the stranger who just spoke with so much force that he flew across the road and smashed into a glass window.