Rick Morty Tinkles Novels & Stories

She looked at my body, before reaching towards it and plucking a necklace from my neck. I blinked, stunned that it hadn't been destroyed in the explosion. That very necklace was a birthday gift Jamie had given me, so she'd be able to recognize it… Right…? Truman shuffled over to Jamie and asked curiously, "Jamie, is there something wrong with this necklace?" Jamie shook her head lightly. "Nothing. I just thought it looked familiar for some reason." Another female officer glanced at it and commented, "Seems like a cheap design you can find anywhere, so I wouldn't be surprised if you saw something like it before."

I was covered in cum, sweat, and fluids. Completely destroyed. And completely satisfied. Mortyss knelt beside me. His true form was still present—horns, tail, violet eyes shining. He brushed a strand of sweaty hair from my forehead with a gentleness that contrasted with everything we had done. “Are you alive?” He asked, and there was a hint of genuine concern in his voice. “I think so.” I murmured. “Not sure.” He laughed softly, and the sound wasn’t wicked. It was almost… tender.

At that, everyone, including Morticia and the fiend warriors, reeled in shock. So he was the Black Tortoise King's son. He had ended in that state because he tried to frame Darryl Darby. Morticia snapped back to her senses upon the realization. She could not hold back the mockery and disgust in her gaze. "Well, I can't say you don't deserve it for doing something so despicable." Morticia was one of the twelve Fiend Martyrs, known for her ruthlessness, but she was not without her principles. She detested people who cheated and played dirty.

I growled angrily and elbowed him as I jumped up and kicked him back. "I'm not interested and will only allow Rogue such liberties," I mumbled sourly before kicking his side. Rogue looked at me and laughed seeing Mortas lying on the ground holding his gut. "Told you to watch yourself, Morty," he chuckled as he came and circled my waist with his arm and kissed my temple.

I turned around. The kitchen was empty. Marcus was dead. The blood was drying. And the algorithm was still playing. "Step six," Morty chirped, "transportation. You're going to need a vehicle with a large trunk. If you don't have one, check out my affiliate link in the description." My hands started shaking. Not from fear. From understanding.

I'll go get my coffee and give you two some alone time. Marty shook his head, grinning, "No...no you're not...you're gonna stay right there, because you're next." Adam replied, "Marty, you're spoiling me." Marty grinned again, "Go ahead take it out...get it ready." More than eager, Adam pulled it out and stroked it a few times, showing off. Rock-hard and bobbing upright, he was already there and ready for his turn. Working it deeper, I gradually took Marty's throat, "Ah yeah, there it is...mmmm...suck that dick...ahhhh...ahhhh...yer so good at this!"

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

I voiced out eventually. "I did something I never thought I could do.” I swallowed hard, tears stinging the corners of my eyes. “You were right after all; some people only understand pain, and Morticia Spencer is one of them.” I choked out finally. He didn't say anything at first, and for the first few seconds silence reigned between us save for the sound of water rippling softly around him until after a while I heard him exhale through his nostrils, then he spoke out, his voice calm but cold.

Chase's body wavered slightly while Morty stumbled several steps backward, nearly collapsing. His face turned pale, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. He was clearly injured. "Damn it!" Morty's expression shifted rapidly. Though his strength was formidable, his age had taken a toll, and his battle instincts had dulled. He had expected to defeat Chase with ease, yet here he was, coughing up blood and even losing grip on his dagger. Suddenly, the sharp sound of something cutting through the air rang out. Three silver needles shot toward Morty, moving so quickly that they reached him in the blink of an eye.

Noah questions and Morty just scoffs at that. With in seconds Morty falls down to the ground screaming in pain, clutching his leg. " Ahh you broke my leg. " He screams. Noah kicked right on his knee producing a cracking sound. Before Morty can even get up, Noah puts his shoe on Morty's crotch and starts applying pressure slowly. " Think of me and the things I can do to you before you even think of touching her. " Noah warns, and then kicks him where the sun doesn't shine.