Teenage Bart Simpson Novels & Stories

and has his pack name. “Son of a bitch,” King Gene mutters and flips the page again. “Here.” This time, I am faced with a man who is nearly as good-looking as Alpha Reece. It says, “Beta Barnabas,” under his picture. “Barnabas?” I repeat. King Gene shrugs. “So what? He goes by Barney.” I almost laugh. What a ridiculous name. “Is he a big purple dinosaur? Is he a bumbling deputy in a small town?”

Priceless masterpieces Bart had sourced from around the world lined the walls along the corridor. At the end of the corridor, two bodyguards stood guard outside a bulletproof door. Sean was only allowed to enter alone after being searched. Bart was only in his 30s or 40s but was already infamous in Southeast Aciana. He had a vendetta against Wayne—Bart's father used to be the kingpin of Southeast Aciana, but Wayne had killed him and destroyed everything.

Caleb had never dared to question Tyrone's orders. Tyrone picked up another file and flipped through it. After giving it a few glances, his thin lips curled into a sneer. "The Simpsons are learning from the Huntingtons." Caleb nodded. "After what happened to the Huntingtons, the Simpsons were the first to disassociate themselves from the Huntingtons. The Simpsons didn't stop themselves from taking advantage of the situation though. They also had their eyes on the assets belonging to the Huntingtons that you wanted, but they failed to come out on top against us.

Logan sighed and closed down the laptop, and then he looked down at his well-polished black shoes like he was seeing that pair for the very first time. “You are hesitating, aren’t you?” Bart asked with a smirk. “I want to hear it, even if it is really personal, I mean… I tell you everything about me as my best friend, so it’s only fair that you do the same, even if it is really awkward and embarrassing.” He insisted.

someone else suggested, their tone laced with concern, but also doubt. The murmurings about Liam backing down and apologizing reached Mr. Simpson’s ears, and his eyes light up with satisfaction. He turned to Liam, his expression smug and taunting. The idea of seeing Liam on his knees was too tempting to resist. “You heard them, boy!” Mr. Simpson sneered, his voice dripping with arrogance. “Kneel before me, and I might show you some mercy!” His cold smirk widened as he waited for Liam’s response, convinced that he had the upper hand.

I said. I slipped my feet into them and turned to Bart. “Let's go.” He gave me an appreciative look. “You know sometimes, Nat, you can say something smart.” He said. He ran out of my room before I could get back at him. I ran after him to the living room where Piper was watching some teen movie. Bart and I stopped and let out a simultaneous groan. Piper was always watching this show. She was obsessed. “Oh…my eyes! They hurt! Make it stop!” Bart yelled and I laughed.

Bart was about to head back to where he was staying when his boss called him into his office. He hated to call him the chief, because he really wasn’t much more than a cop like everyone else in the station. “Yeah, what’s up, Bill?” Bart stood at the door to his boss’ office. The place smelt like a sour, old gym sock. He couldn’t help but wrinkle his nose at it.

He shook his head "No way, I'm not going to follow her around like a lost puppy just like you did. I'll be much more smoother than you" I let out a short hysterical laugh "Me? I did not follow her around like a lost puppy" "Yes, you did. She wouldn't give you the time of day because she was planning to reject you so you began following her around like a simp" I clenched my fist "I am not a simp" He snickered "Usually you aren't, but for Harvey; you most definitely are" I grabbed a small wooden figurine from the bedside drawer and threw it at him but he dodged it easily, cackling with laughter as he did

“But it’s still not fair! We’re humans too aren’t we?? Why can’t the experienced soldiers come out to get our food?” Bart quickly looks around to see if Linum’s shouting attracted any enemies. When he sees that the area is clean he glares at Linum which startles the noisy hunter. “How old are you?” Linum stutters a bit. “Twe-Twenty. Why?” Bart nods. “I’m fifty-four. And I hate the fact that I’m still alive.” Before Linum could speak, Bart continues.

It never occurred to me that life would hand me something so theatrical, so absurd. My parents were too busy to care. I'd been left to grow up alone in a crumbling neighborhood. When the local thugs bullied me, I didn't dare fight back. Until one day, they went too far, crossing a line with their hands and their intentions. I struggled as hard as I could, but I was no match for them. They beat me bloody, my head splitting open against the concrete. That's when Grayson appeared. He had just returned to the country for summer break. Passing by, he heard my screams echoing from the alley. He rushed in like some kind of angel descending from the sky.