Stu X Billy Novels & Stories

Jane’s shoulders shook as she tried to contain her own laughter as Missy rolled her eyes and glared at Billy. “I doubt Billy could give himself a ride.” The crowd erupted into laughter as the trainer looked at Billy with no emotion on his face. His face reddened again and his gaze hit the floor. Billy mumbled something as the trainer walked back to the front. “Right, before Billy gets any other ideas of entertainment today let’s start with five warm up laps.” They headed towards the oval track and the trainer that had put Billy in his place stopped Jane with a hand on her arm. “Hey, I’m Xander.”

“Babe wake up” I repeatedly saying this word while shaking Chryss to wake him up “Nnng” and that is only thing he does. Moan. O my ghad. We didn’t even make out earlier but he got this exhausted. He got too many things to do again tomorrow and I pity him for having that kind of role. The story got a twist that he is the real brother of the girl we are bullying. Too much acting and after it we did photo shoot. We are really busy that we don’t have any time left for each other.

I read the words on Billy’s whiteboard. I shook my head again at his suggestion of playing Monster Hunters, where one person had to pretend to be a scary beast while the other ran around screaming. Billy was one of the few friends I had in Lucien’s pack. He was ten and three times my size, but he liked bugs like me. That’s how we became friends. One day, he found a shiny green beetle stuck in a jar behind the training field and instead of squishing it like the other boys, he tried to feed it sugar water.

“Uh – J-just now... I – was just going to go get a – a carton of milk... Right,” Steffan then rushed to the fridge looking really flustered and agitated. He then opened it with his shivering hand, and fished out a carton of milk. “I’m done here… B-bye!” Steffan hurriedly went upstairs to where Karlisle is. But as he took the steps, the things he saw and heard last night kept on bothering him.

A small coo draws my attention to the six-month-old Xanthia, who has woken up from her nap. Picking her up, my dress flows in the wind as I carry her toward her older brothers and father, who sees me coming and meets me. “And what does the littlest Stiles pup think? Hmmm? Do you want to you to see daddy turn into a big bad wolf?” More squeals of laughter leave Xanthia, as Xander pinches her chunky little baby thighs. “I think that’s a yes, Mr. Wolf,” I giggle along with her before his lips meet mine briefly.

Dad just shakes his head as he leads me thru the living room. Sitting on the couch watching an animated movie is Xavier. All I can see is the back of his head. He hears us and turns around. When he looks at me he jumps off the couch and runs around it. When he is standing in front of me I get a good look at him. He hardly comes to just above my knee. He has black hair and dark green eyes. His skin is light tan like he plays outside a lot. He has the cutest smile on his face. He is holding a stuffed dog wearing a fireman’s hat. It makes me feel better about my gift. Asked Lilly about the latest kids shows and she told me about one that had talking dogs that are everyday heroes. So when I fou

Hayley Xander and I spend the day lazing around the house. We watch movies with the dogs and Sebastian in bed. Xander wasn’t kidding, Zola and Stella have been stuck to him like glue. When its time for supper, Henry and Tyler come over and together with Grandma and the staff we have a family meal.

"Billy, tell your friend to give her the antidote." Billy felt a great sense of relief. After being bullied by Stella for so many years, he could finally hold his head high. "That's enough, boss. Give her the antidote." Lana shrugged. "There's no antidote. Why would she need one when she wasn't poisoned?" Stella raised her bloodstained face when she heard that. "What did you say? Didn't you poison me?" Spreading her hands, Lana asked in return, "Is ibuprofen considered poisonous?"

"When I apologised for beating him up, he told me about Edward’s plan and we came up with one of our own. We never knew about the gun though." "Oh, God," Lexi gasped. "Was it a real gun? I felt so damn sure it was—" "It was an M9-A1 BB gun," Sam said. "Looks pretty much identical to a real handgun and they said he could have taken your eye out at close range if I didn't... you know..." Sam pulled a face and made a stabbing gesture. "He's going to be okay right?" Lexi asked. "Well... yes... aside from the punctured lung and paranoid schizophrenia." Sam rolled his eyes.

I replied purely letting him know that I would still slit his throat if he does something bad. “Fair enough.” “But I just thought we really need to have a conversation.” Xavier opened his locker and eventually grabbed Billie. “Are you fucking kidding me?” I said promptly startled by what I saw. “Did you just gave Billie a face?” “Yeah, I did.” Xavier nodded shyly showing me the face that he drew using a Sharpie.