Squidward On Strike Novels & Stories

Sadie was just an ordinary person—she would surely be severely injured if she were to bear the strike. Meanwhile, Mr. West’s expression turned somber at that moment. He looked toward the front door out of the corner of his eyes, let out a soft shout, and raised his arm to deliver a slap. There was nothing in front of him, yet it was as if his slap landed on something and a loud crack echoed. “Steelification. Who’s there?” The front door caved in before it was broken by someone instantly. The entire door was blasted away and flew toward Dawson.

"I'm sorry... I will revise it, sir." The room fell silent again. Ramon stared at her for a long moment before speaking. "I don't pay people to mess around and recycle old ideas." Wanda's heart skipped a beat. The humiliation was unbearable. Just then— Buzz. A vibration cut through the room. It was Ramon's phone. His expression darkened further. Whoever was calling at this moment clearly had terrible timing. He ignored it. His lips parted to continue. Then— Buzz. The phone vibrated again.

The scene was a blur of chaos, and my heart raced as I tried to make sense of the violent struggle unfolding before me. “Hugo shouted, ‘Head on back!’” His voice was firm, leaving no room for argument. “Alright, it’s time for you to leave and not come back, okay?” He added in a low, urgent whisper. Frederick, now standing with a look of determined defiance, spat on the ground—just like Gray had earlier. His eyes, though fierce, held a glint of resolve. “So, you’re asking me to play your game?” he said, his tone a mix of challenge and disdain. “Let’s meet up at the beach tomorrow night.”

I had the strange urge to scale the walls of one particular building to find her. Just what the f*ck is this girl doing to me? Scale the wall? Who the f*ck am I Spiderman? But I saw myself doing it seconds before my body crouched as if getting ready to spring through the air. Just then, I heard the doors of the SUV open and close behind me and damn near bared my teeth at the two men who walked towards me. Mine! F*ck!

“ Here comes my favourite sister, “ Derrick said rushing over to engulf her in a hug. After being the last child for so many years, he was elated to have someone to dote upon. “ I thought I was your only sister, “ she asked smiling as she wrapped her arms around him. “ One and only. They all mean the same, “ he replied. “ Forgive his daftness. There’s one time I dropped him on the head when he was a baby, “ a voice said from the hallway. She turned to see Fredrick standing there, all casual in his loose pants and T-shirt. A sharp contrast from his suits and buttoned up white shirts. Derrick shot him a glare then stuck out his tongue. “ Childish… Do I smell burning roast? “ Fredrick said snif

“She literally carries your scent. That’s how I know you’ve been sleeping with her while you claim to be hiding her. Pathetic. She doesn’t even know she smells different.” I growled, offended by his accusation. Apparently, Max and Lois could hear the ongoing conversation because they both arched their brows at the same time when they heard the stranger’s weird response. I inhaled and exhaled for a minute before I replied. “I think you’ve got the wrong number. I don’t fornicate with other men’s wives.” “It’s not the wrong number, you jerk. You’ve been fucking this particular one because she’s nothing but a whore.” he whispered, “You should be looking for Scarlett, isn’t it?”

Severin grasped his fists tightly and looked determined. "I think the last thunder struck is the Chaos Thunder Struck."

What the fuck? Was it Noah? I quickly placed the files that had fallen over on the table and grabbed my phone, staring at the caller ID Nova, my assistant? Really? Now of all time? “Hey,” I said, forcing my voice to be steady. “Make it quick.” “Wow. Someone sounds like their world is ending,” She replied dryly. Except she was actually right without knowing it, “Anyway, good news and bad news.” “I’m really not in the mood—” “Nikolai Rye Sterling is back.” I froze.

"Quim, you've got some guts, attacking someone right under my nose!" Howard stormed into the room, livid, and marched straight up to Quim, delivering a stinging slap to his face. Still seething, he swung back his hand and landed another slap on the other cheek. Those slaps knocked Quim for a loop! He was seething inside but did not dare fight back; not even a single word of defiance passed his lips.

"It's only a matter of time before you do the same to the blade rage..." "SHUT THE HELL UP SQUARE NOSE!!!" Steronick screamed at the top of his voice. Ovid Stronghold let a smile fly on his face, "Seems like I pushed a button." What is this I'm feeling inside? Steronick asked himself. Even he could not discern his own emotion, his sudden outburst. But one thing he could discern was... "Alright square nose!" He scowled at his opponent. "Let's dance!" Ovid smiled and said. "You will find out howuch stronger I've gotten since our last encounter."