Rocket Raccoon Oh Yeah Novels & Stories

He rolled his eyes. I rolled my eyes as well as I snorted. "Just drive." I said pointedly to Marco. When we got on the highway, Rocco immediately launched into a rant about Raymond again and I might just go insane listening to all the bloody details of how he's going to tear him to pieces and decorate the walls with his intestine. “Please contain that extra energy and save it for when we actually see the bastard.” I said annoyed, but he just scoffed,

“Wait—were you two…?” Ryker turned his head slowly, his eyes colder than ever. “Don’t finish that sentence.” Raccoon grinned anyway, as if testing fate was worth it just to see Ryker breathing again. He didn’t stop walking until he was beside the bed. Without warning, he threw his arms around Ryker in a tight, emotional hug. For a moment, Ryker didn’t move. Then his fist shot forward and landed square a in Raccoon’s gut. “Fuck!” Raccoon groaned and stumbled back, doubling over. “What the hell was that for?”

Especially not on a female as beautiful as her, one I so desperately want. *You did good, I’m proud of you. We gave her such pleasure too, she’ll dream about it for sure,* Dante teases. I leap through the trees from branch to branch, grabbing up a few birds. They’re nowhere close to enough. My ears quickly catch something a bit bigger, and within seconds I’ve caught a large raccoon. Still not enough.

he asked, his tone mocking as he blocked her escape. "If no one races, we win," he warned with a sly smirk. His eyes glinted with a mix of arrogance and excitement, knowing he had the upper hand. The crowd was already buzzing, the excitement of the finale building as people gathered, cheering louder and louder. Some were even running in their direction, eager to witness the final race. Ronny’s laugh cut through the noise. "I can tell you want to race," he said, his voice filled with deceit. He had always wanted to beat Nick at his own game, and now, he saw the perfect opportunity to do just that.

Than is my best option at this point. Turning my attention back to Ragh, I grin and slap a hand over his shoulder, “Ragh, my man, my most loyal follower and baddest raccoon this world has seen, there’s someone you should talk to. Trust me, you’re missing the dude as much as he’s missing you. Most likely. Who cares, this gonna be our best adventure ever.”

Cass looked up to find Jax smirking down at him. "Interesting bird," Jax remarked. Cass stared, his confusion thick enough to choke on, until Jax jerked his chin toward the oversized rooster embroidered onto the side of the weathered fabric. "Oh!" Cass realized he was being mocked, but he forced a grin anyway, desperate to diffuse the Alpha tension radiating off the bleachers. "It’s Heihei. From that movie, Moana." "Right," Jax said slowly, his expression shifting to a mask of sheer bewilderment. "And why is a cartoon bird on your gear?"

" Maya snarled, her canines popping out of her gums. ' Em where the fuck are you! Bryson just informed me that Rico is dead! Em! Do you hear me!? Rico is dead!' Shawn yelled through the mind link, just as a tear rolled down my eye.

Anda whispered to him running to the track. " I heard you've been playing royalty lately..don't they lock you in a cage or something?"one of the racers asked. " What's that?I hear fear...let's race Gutsy and stop trying to get into each other's nerves.. goodluck,you're gonna need it"Anda smiled and pulled on her helmet getting on her motorcycle. " The rules still remain..do not tackle your opponent is..stay in lane and ...win"Baron said. " Okay babes..are you ready to get yourselves some real cash .on your marks..get ready"A beautiful girl in bikini raised the gun above her head and shot.

There's a pause on her side and I think the call has ended until she sighs. “So… I might be calling in that favor tonight.” “Uh… sure. What’s it?” I ask nervously, twirling a strand of hair around my finger. Roxy grunts on the other end, then sighs again. “I have a race tonight, and I need a tagalong.” A race? Like… bikes on a track? With all the smoke, rough men and possibly deaths? The laugh punches out of me before I can stop it. I laugh so hard Dmitry actually squeals, the sound sharp and startled beside me.

“So, what’s her name?” Busted. Lucas grinned back. “Rascal.” He wiggled his fingers in front of the raccoon’s face and then held them still so she could catch them in her tiny hands. “Rascal,” the priest said quietly. “I like it.” He let Lucas replace the animal in his lap. “She’s lucky,” he mused as the raccoon inspected the placket of his shirt. “She found a good place.” “Yeah,” Lucas said. “She’s lucky.” He didn’t say it, but he knew the priest could tell what he was thinking. The raccoon wasn’t the only one who’d been lucky.