Ratchet Clank Dr Nefarious Novels & Stories

The air crackled with anticipation as the battlefield became our shared hunting ground. Without warning, Zack lunged at me with a lightning-fast speed, his claws extended to rend and tear. Instinctively, I dodged his attack, my agility matching his own. We moved in a deadly dance, our bodies twisting and turning, each strike and parry filled with lethal intent. I swiped at Zack with my powerful claws, but he countered with a swift dodge, retaliating with a series of ferocious bites. The clash of our fangs and the sound of our growls echoed through the night, blending with the wind that whispered through the trees.

He chuckled and said, “Beautiful, I already told you that I’m a thief. I accidentally entered the wrong door.” Hehe. Rachel sneered and said, “Do you think I’d believe you? What’s that?” While saying that, Rachel stared at an oddly-shaped metal object in Rick’s hand. Rick chuckled as he held this thing and said, “This one? Look, when you press the button over here, it’ll release white mist. If you don't take the antidote beforehand, the average person who inhales this mist will be unconscious within a few seconds and the effects will last for an hour.”

I passed through LCD TVs were some news buzz has been playing. The picture of two gentlemen shaking their hands caught me, Jonathan Davis and Alexander King. Seems like they signed up a partnership for something. The news, sound, indistinctive speeches, nothing goes in my head. Shudder passed through my spine as I looked at little Cayden jumping around. The man who is planning to fuck me has ties with my father. This a fate's trap.' Don't let his charms, touch take you down, Celia. You and Sasha might lose the little one.' God gave me another reason to avoid this man as much as my body decides otherwise.

He advised softly. I sighed after successfully swallowing it, “Sorry, it’s a crappy morning today.” “I can tell,” Jake retorted almost mindlessly, earning a glare from me which resulted in him raising his hand in mock surrender. I made a mental note to visit the Underground Place tonight before I go insane from the inner battle going inside my head. What can I say? It’s my number one refuge. While other people have an ice cream parlor to go to after a bad breakup, I have an illegal street fighting club as my go to place. Deal with it.

"Wake up...." a splash of water hit his face. He jolted awake and looked at the one who did it. "Wakie wakie Mr Brown." Jonathan bent to get on his level. Vincent jerked his face back to get away from the dark, terrifying eyes of ravenette. "Awww are you scared Mr Brown?" Jonathan said pouting. "Peease...." He said trying to get his jaw out of younger's hold. "Are you saying something? Wait let me hear your properly." Jonathan said and pulled the tape off of other's mouth who screamed in return.

I feel Deyna’s gaze upon me—watching me like she knew what number my plaque was. This felt like a test. Watching to see if I would swap with someone else. The problem is what she's testing me for—wisdom or bravery. Maybe even both. “Eleven!” the announcer calls, with the previous matches ending rather swiftly. No one wants to go all out and risk themselves. But there are those wolves that enjoy inflicting pain—the Barthers of the world. And one is holding the eleventh plaque. Rhea. Her opponent—a Beta male I've seen around town before; Elric.

She stared at my office door with a cold, almost defiant calm. At exactly 5:00 pm, Claire walked in and placed the final report on my desk. "I've verified all the evidence, Ms. Cooper," she said. "The rankings on the defendant list have been updated according to your rules." I picked up the report, and as expected, Keira's name sat at the very bottom. She hadn't provided a single piece of evidence. Instead, she chose—fully and consciously—to shoulder all of it herself.

“Yeah, yeah. Team. Whatever. I’ve got this.” That’s when I felt him watching me. A loud clap echoed across the rooftop. I spun around with my shadows already coiling around my fists There he was : my worst enemy, Rift. Lounging on the edge of the building like he owned the fucking skyline. Tall and red-haired with that fucking smug smirk plastered on his stupidly handsome face. His glowing green eyes looked way too amused for my liking. Oh I hated him “Well, well,” he drawled. “If it isn’t Nyx, The vanguard's little baby throwing another tantrum”

She then immediately smirked with satisfaction. I noticed the basin no longer contained urine and feces. It was full of bloody water from something unidentifiable. Judging from the way she held it, she was about to dump it at my door too. "Back already, Mrs. Fisher? Your doorway had too much bad energy, so I used my son's poop and pee to cleanse it for you. No need to thank me. "Oh, and you still owe me one thousand. Give it to me now." At this point, she wasn't even hiding the fact she was extorting money anymore.

And all of the books have been bookmarked. “Some big investigation you got down here, Dracula…” “Stop calling me Dracula... Raverine, please.” I rolled my eyes. “So…” I stopped and turned around to look him in the eye. “Tell me everything.” Raverine heaved a sigh and then pointed to a picture pinned to the center of the board. “This, right here…” Raverine said. “This is my goal. To reveal the leaders of Die Dark Clan.” “DD…” I whispered to myself. I knew that Pox was stupid. But I am way more stupid because I realized that Chief Wills, that fat shithead, sure knows what DD means, and let me guess, he is part of it.