Scooby Doo Backstage Rage Novels & Stories

Marco was laughing silently behind her, almost red like a steamed lobster with how he was holding his cackles, knowing Skye was boiling in anger. “What’s up?” I asked, feigning innocence. “Don’t you like it?”

Grease-stained manuals and repair guides line the shelves, testament to the knowledge and expertise mister Jackson demands, several sets of tires are stacked up in a corner, but I don’t see Joe. Making my way to the door that has office written on it in big bulky, bright red letters, I suddenly hear an god-awful ruckus coming from out back. Metal against metal, shouting, screaming, cussing and.. growling?? It sounds like a rabid dog going absolutely nuts! Is Joe being attacked by a rabid dog? Oh no!!

Nancy clutched her stomach, panicking, but the silicone bump had already slid down to her waist. She snapped, grabbed a candleholder from the entryway, and launched it at Simon. "This is your fault! You made me fake the pregnancy! Now it's all ruined!" Simon wasn't quick enough—blood streamed from a cut on his forehead. "Are you insane?!" He wiped the blood off and lunged, hands tightening around her throat. "If you hadn't pushed the fake baby idea, none of this would've blown up!"

She asked Roseanne, “How do you tolerate a man with an ego like that of a sky?” Roseanne smiled, “Well, he has some talents.” Nicholas chuckled and Sabrina felt more frustrated because Roseanne teased her in return. Sabrina just turned her attention to Coco, who was eating her food, and then to Leon, who was watching something on iPad. She didn't disturb Leon and initiated a talk with Coco, “Hi, Coco.” Coco was having a very difficult time since Sabrina came here. She didn't want to show emotions here. She gave a very uneasy and awkward smile. “Hi, Miss Sabrina.”

If I want to win, I should become more shameless, I need to stand straight without feeling inferior toward him. “Tsk, so you finally tired acting professional in front of me? Won't you greet your boss, I'm your boss too.” He sarcastically said, I side eyes him and smile tauntingly. “You don't act professional too, Rage. So why would we drain ourselves to act when we actually don't need to?” I ask, he look stunned, even when I look at Dan I also see how shock he is. “Pfft! Fuck, do you know your annoying but amusingly funny too?” Rage chuckled mockingly, “your dog is not in the mood, Dan. I think he needs some attention, give him some treats.” He added and wave his hand, telling than that he'

However, since we were in public, he couldn't shout or lose his temper at me anymore. And so, I walked into the event venue with the injuries on my face, my hair in a bedraggled mess, and my entire being soaked in rainwater. Everyone stared at me in shock. Meanwhile, Johann actually looked embarrassed and thought of trying to explain things when Eva suddenly appeared next to me and draped a towel over my head. "Ms. Castro! How could you make yourself so unpresentable just to beg Mr. Garner for his forgiveness? "I must say, I admire you for your guts, but what's the point of turning yourself into such a mess and embarrassing Mr. Garner in public like this? You're doing this on purpose, aren't

I stared at her, trying to make sense of any of that. "Don't overthink it," she warned, slapping my arm like I was on a quiz show. "Answer now." "... Sure," I said. "You'd be the hottest worm in history." She beamed. "Correct. You may proceed." Then she gasped, like something horrifying had just occurred to her. "Oh my God. Do you think raccoons have secret societies?" Tang snorted from the front seat. Sawyer choked on his own laugh. "Did she say raccoons?" Tang asked.

Then reality crashes in. I yank my hand away with a wet sound, slamming the glass shower door so hard it rattles. “What the fuck, Kai?!” My voice breaks with humiliation and rage. I grab for a towel, but my wet fingers slip and it falls to the floor in a sodden heap. “Are you recording me?! In the shower?! While I’m… while I’m touching myself?!” Kai doesn’t move. That familiar smug smirk curls his lips, but his eyes burn with something far darker than his usual bullying. He keeps rubbing his cock slowly, intentionally, as if he has all the time in the world.

His forehead creased and looked down on something of under the table. Eventually I realized he was typing on the cellphone because soon I beeped because of the message from him. Sage: Get a proper seat, please. The girls around you are quiet aggressive. You might even be pushed there. I'll surely make them pay for the damages. "Shit he's looking again!" "Oh my! Shedding panties!" I nodded and kept smiling. I typed a reply. Me: It's fine. I will also be back backstage later. I'm just okay here. Just avoid looking at our direction. They’re just getting more and more lost.

Beads of sweat glistened on her forehead, her face flushed with rage. Sabrina wasn’t finished with Mum. Fueled by anger, she leaned forward, trying to shout at Mum from behind me. I stood my ground, blocking her path, refusing to let her get closer to Mum. Things had already spiraled out of control, and I wasn’t about to let a full-blown fight break out. Sabrina’s finger trembled as she pointed at Mum, her voice raw. “If you ever mention my mum again, I’ll make you regret it!” she screamed, her eyes reddening with every passing second.