Rick Morty: Pocket Mortys Novels & Stories

Mortis barked, slamming Marlo against the wall, hard enough to shake the paintings hanging there. Marlo struggled for a second, his chest heaving, teeth gritted—but Mortis held firm. "You think this helps?!" Mortis snapped. His voice was usually calm. Hearing him like this—furious and commanding—made the whole room go still. "You think screaming at an unconscious man is going to fix anything?!" Marlo stopped struggling. His hands fell limply to his sides. "You’re wrong, Marlo," Mortis said, his voice lowering but losing none of its intensity. "You're the only damn reason we’re still alive right now."

Since the item would loss it's value if it get damaged . " No don't...." Before anyone could finish their sentence he already pulled out that box. But everyone surprise it was not an ordinary box but a rectangular rod. As he pulled out they suddenly felt the ground shaking and all of them fall down into hall . As he pulled the rectangular rod the ground started shaking and the a hole began at their standing. " Ah....." Lily screamed along with Jake. Others voice were stuck between their mouths , the situation was too sudden for them to realise. They have already fallen into a hidden chamber.

I know that he will run at the back door just to run away from me, to save his life, but I will not allow that, because there’s a debt that he needs to pay, and the payment is his LIFE. I went back inside the house and went upstairs to my room. I took Kera out and told her that there will be a big game that will happen later, and she needs to watch because she will be my only audience aside from my mom and dad inside my heart necklace. She said “Yes” to it and I know she is also excited like me. I put her at the top of the cabinet, for her to watch clearly and I wrote “MORTEM” on a piece of paper with my blood and let her hold it. After a few hours of waiting. I heard Mang Berto’s pickup tru

It said if he didn’t get a damn good answer you were dead. “We have two that could fit, they went. The rest of us are demonic.” He pointed to the edges of the walls and things written there, etched in. “Homeless people have wards up to keep us out.” Surt moved forward grabbed the grate and ripped the entire thing out with one jerk and tossed it across the way. Half the concrete going with it. The others took a step back. Surt was a giant, giants weren’t weak. Just because he was a human size didn’t mean he now had human strength.

No problem Mr Parker that's what neighbours are for " she says in a teasing voice while i dig in my burger she stands up walking to my door then locking it ,she turns around undoing her coat my mouth hangs wide open she's stark naked accept thigh highs ,I mean I have seen her naked but this I am instantly hard. "You know Mr Parker I have not been able to get that bulge out of my mind ,I think my dildo needs new batteries " her hands begin to touch her pierced nipples teasing them before her hand moves down to her toned stomach ,my mouth is still hanging wide I am frozen like that bathroom incident.

"What do you think, Mort?" Narco repeated his question to Mort, however, the young boy didn't reply for the second time. "They are not suited for one another." Straightforward, Mort said aloofly and eyed Narco with his pair of emotionless eyes, making the other boy burst out laughing. Reddish pink lips curved, Sumire shifted her gaze to Mort and gave him a sweet smile.

The place resounds with a loud silence. One hand thrust in the pocket, Mort's pair of mesmerizing green orbs was cold as the afternoon breeze darted on the dilapidated buildings nearby destroyed by the bombs. The air stirred his dark hair messily as the blood on his eyebrow had now dried that will surely leave a scar. He still look otherworldly gorgeous even though he appeared austere in his messy appearance. "Bastard." Short but cold, Mort audibly cursed Narco making Lyric's eyes widen in surprise, and later burst out laughing. From the tone of their Boss, he doesn't sound pleased. He did the right thing of cursing the shit out of him.

I was still on the same bed I’d been punctured on, only now I was wearing clothes, and the needles were gone. Sitting beside me was a woman dressed in black from her head to her toes. She wore a black hat, her eyes were as dark as a raven’s, and her smile made me shift uneasily. “Who the hell are you?” I asked as she sat there, staring and smiling at me. “I’m Morticia,” the woman said. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. After the way Grey and the organization have been bragging about you, I just knew, darling—you’re special.”

Plus there's a twin-sized bed with pillows and blankets. "You can have the bed." Damon takes a pillow and blanket and settles onto the floor. I sit on the edge of the bed. "Thank you." He smiles at me. "Things will get better. You have the coin." "Yeah." I reach my hand into my pocket, checking on the coin for the hundredth time. Damon pulls a phone out of his pocket that looks like it's years old. "Look at that. I still have eighty percent. I guess the battery froze while I was in that pocket dimension."

I slide over to her putting the dummy in her mouth, which makes the small guy shout once again. "What are you doing?!" He shouts towards me, I hold my hands up in surrender once again, last time I try to help someone. "I was just helping the baby," I mutter, does this guy need to show us he's tough even with his size? The taller guy pulls Rick over the counter and to the floor to join our group, he proceeds to pace around the shop floor for a little while, his eyes looking over the group than down and something in his hands, from afar it looked like a little photo that you could fit in your wallet.