Scary Godmother: Jimmy Novels & Stories

I gasp when she slaps the hell out of Jim and he trips back and lands on the wall of the hall. "Feisty mama," Tyler says and I shove my elbow into his stomach to shut him up. Maeve is already running away and so is Sabrina's flawless-haired friend. Scaredy cats. I roll my eyes. "I have had enough of you, you filthy bitch," Jim is fuming in anger. I swear I can see steam escaping from his ears. And here we go again. He pulls Sabrina's hair and pushes her to the floor and smacks the shit out of her before Scott pulls him off of her.

Dad clutched her hair to keep her from pulling away and she let out a surprised, muffled squeak. "Please, Henry," Dad said. "She's busy. As you can see, she's fine." Jimmy rubbed his hands together awkwardly. His eyes ticked between Tiffany's head and Cleopatra's ass. It was all too much. He still felt like crying. "Let your Grandfather sit down, Jim." Dad said suddenly. Suppressing a sigh, Jim climbed out of his armchair onto the floor and let Gramps sit down. Cleopatra sat on his lap, her skirt riding up so that Jimmy could clearly see the pink lips of her hairless pussy. The side of her giant tit was smooshed against Gramps' face.

"I didn't test it. It felt — limitless isn't the right word. Unbounded. Like there wasn't a wall, just a choice of how far to extend." Zane was quiet. "My mother wrote about this," he said. "Not from experience — she didn't survive long enough for the power to settle fully. But she wrote about what the texts described." He paused. "She called it the Goddess's sight. Not seeing exactly. Feeling. Being able to feel the state of things from a distance." "The Chosen is supposed to be able to feel the health of the pack system," I said. "That's in the original texts. Not the individuals — the system. Whether it's working. Where it's breaking."

I say in one breath and close the door. “Why does she always have to be so scary?” Jim asks me, taking me by surprise. “Scary? I thought you weren’t scared of anyone?” I question instead of answering his question, l. “Kendra has threatened to cut off my head and serve it to my mom on a mud plate…. That’s scary” Jim says, putting on his swimming shorts. “Well, then it’s good to know you’re scared of her. One more hurt from you and she’ll come for your head” I say, laughing evilly.

It was the beginning of something new. I was no longer someone’s wife or shadow. I was the Godmother of the mafia families, Xavier’s mother, Kane’s beloved, and most importantly, I was myself. A year later, in a port city in Eustona, someone spotted a familiar figure. The man was ragged, limping on one leg. When he looked up, his face was covered in scars and humiliation. It was James. He saw me and instantly looked away in terror, ducking into the crowd like a rat scurrying across the street.

Jimmy fell to the ground and groaned with pain once again. "Damn it!" he frowned and rubbed his bottom. "I'm sick of these painful landings!" He heard someone laughing behind. He quickly turned around and found the gorgeous red-haired woman staring at him with a big smile. He looked around him and realized he's in the dungeon where all the Gemmas were jailed before Adalis' death. The woman approached him slowly and said, "I knew you would be back." Jimmy gulped and stared at her, "M-mother?"

Scarlett cried, before sniffing her nose. "How scary is it?". Amelia asked because she was tired of playing games with Scarlett. "It's very scary Mama!". Scarlett said in between tears. Amelia nods her head so that Scarlett can continue her statement. "Inside the school premises….. I do see monsters walking with their head on the floor, while their leg is in the air……. I do see some monsters changing into beasts, and they always come after me, while using a knife". The young Scarlett declared.

Date Night Jimmy beats a hasty retreat from his mom's bedroom, not wanting to wake her. He moves down the hallway to his own room to take Madame Kat's call. The old lady wastes no time getting to the point as she asks Jimmy "was that not most enjoyable." "Yes," he says tentatively, the ever pessimistic side of him waiting for the anvil to drop on his head. "Would you care to partake in a second adventure?" "Sure," he says, but without much conviction he is sure there must be some catch.

I scammed a mafia boss. Irina, how can you be so careless? God, I'm so dead. Utterly, completely dead. "Please," I whispered, and I hated how my voice shook. "Please, I'll give the money back. All of it. I'll ....." "I don't want the money." I looked at him, confusion cutting through her terror. "You... you don't?"

After accidentally discovering that my boss owes loan sharks 50 million dollars, I start scrambling for a way out of my contract with the company. Just as I'm wondering what to do, a string of comments suddenly appears before my eyes. "Poor Lindsay. That idiot boss of hers plans to use the company's livestream to launder money and pay off his debt." "The moment she goes live, the entire sum becomes her personal liability!" I'm the company's cash cow, trapped in an ironclad contract, yet I don't have a shred of evidence to take to the police. Just then, Tasha Moore, one of the company's rookie streamers, walks over with a sweet smile and hands me a glass of water. "Lindsay, I heard you'