The Unstoppable Juggernaut Novels & Stories

" I am not a traitor. And I will never be a traitor." " You are not a traitor. You are not just an ordinary traitor but you are a wicked one also. You made a deal that would lead to the fall of this country and you think you are not a traitor. " He chuckled. " You know what, Chief Joe Maxwell? I am done with you. I will see you again. " He turned and headed back into his car. Chief Joe Maxwell stood transfixed as the Chevrolet Impala drove out of the vicinity. His whole body iced down . Still in confusion as to what the next move would be, he settled in his car and started driving off, having no particular destination in mind.

I don't even know what I mean I'm just tired Of holding on How many times have I tried to hold? How many times have I tried to look at the positive side of every damn difficult situation that the universe continuously keeps on throwing at me? I managed to turn over though with difficulty and laid on my back Maybe this way I'd choke on my own blood or something and end it all Zerabi and her rogues didn't take my actions lightly Instead their growls began to intensify but you know what ,fuck them and their stupid ugly looking mated furs

--- It would be silent. --- And unstoppable.

There was no time to dodge—she braced for impact. But before the attack could land— BAM! A massive, calloused hand intercepted the strike, stopping it completely. A shockwave burst through the arena, sending dust and debris flying. The master’s eyes widened in shock. Standing before him was a giant of a man—Brutus Ironhide, also known as the Juggernaut. His sheer size dwarfed everyone around him. His massive frame was packed with muscle, his thick arms resembling steel pillars. A square jaw, thick eyebrows, and an almost brutish presence made him look more like a walking fortress than a man.

While this one who jumped with bent legs and disproportionately disproportionate uncontrolled cellular growth and in total a hormonal tax coming from the graphically enlarged horde of uncontrolled bent like inverted springs. Even, without the aid of ropes, jumping with momentum from one roof, towards another roof, to the other side of the building, without reasoning, when, he waited, destroying other buildings and parapets, turning his face as if being boneless and throwing a blast of what looked like magma. Then it was soon imploding, without taking him to the factory or the drug distributor, the Joker and Freak factory and when he least expected it, he landed in the last factory where over

22 of them that belonged to UN Club belonged to Max. His results were 22 against 16. It was a total of 22 kills, 2 deaths, and 16 takedowns. What a terrifying number! The UN Club successfully destroyed the opponent’s inhibitor in the 19th minute. They won! It was a landslide victory! Max’s high-octane bursts of attack and fluid operation had gotten the audience excited. Many of them began subscribing to the club’s live feed, and they kept giving Max virtual gifts. Everyone in the club went wild.

The infinite nebula surrounding the platform violently swirled, tearing open a massive rift. "I summon the Executioner of Assets!" the Chairman bellowed. "I summon the Market Crash!" From the rift emerged a physical manifestation of ruin. It was a towering, hundred-foot-tall behemoth forged from the shattered remnants of dead planets, broken cosmic scales, and weeping dark matter. It held a guillotine blade the size of a skyscraper, radiating an aura of pure, inescapable financial and physical death. "Marcus," Jack grinned, feeling the absolute peak of his power surging through his veins. "Hold my calls. I have some restructuring to do."

I jumped back and composed myself, this guy shouldn’t be taken lightly. My arm is shaking from that punch. I have never felt a skull that hard, what the heck is he taking? Some sort of wolverine serum or what? Damn, that hurt! I shook my hands and got into my attack position. “You got a naughty hard boiled head, eh?” I mocked. “I am the mighty soldier of the October Family! Dylan the Dragon of the North! My power is so immense that the likes of you lowlifes will never attain in your pitiful life.” His eyes widen and he fixed his glare to me while smirking like a psychopath.

He barked and I jumped up in fright. He grabbed me by the neck and tackled me down beside the bed. "Your fucked up boyfriend thinks so highly of himself! He thought he could defeat me and I won't do shit! He thought he could get away with every shit and I'd just sit around and watch. I have kept quiet enough! Not anymore! Now is payback season! Just watch how I ruin every shit and you're my starting point!" He hauled me violently onto the bed and sat beside me. "Now watch! "The loser will be here soon. Should I use your name for the countdown or his? I should use the number instead. 5...4...3..2...1..0..BOOM!"

''I thought that dude was put to death after the Tony's murder case. Miriam looked in Ben's direction and kept mute while she listened out for more from Ben's reaction. ''Oh-oh, wait, I think I got this figured out,'' he said anxiously, ''you mean Jack's ghost has been roaming the town making meat of people?'' ''But Jack's not dead. He was hijacked by some mafias from team 404 on their way to execution through the Gobi dessert.'' ''Oh-oh, that son of a gun!'' Ben remarked startled . ''He probably arranged his own kidnap. Let me get this straight; he murdered Kasidy in that hotel?''