The Walten Files Boozoo Novels & Stories

“But my job is to keep you alive. Mr. Prissy Pants is just a close second. So if you get a gun pointed at you, yeah, let the big bastard get between you and a bullet.” She grinned and I felt the tension ease. “‘Mr. Prissy Pants’?” “My name is Will,” I muttered, glaring at Hoot in the rearview mirror. “I know. William Masterson the Third. Like that ain’t the most prissy pants name on the planet,” Hoot snorted. “It is kind of prissy,” she agreed.

As Wade read through the files and searched the research room, his face twisted into rage. "This motherfucker really wants to populate the world with his illegal weapons and drugs!" Wade slammed one of the files down on the table. Vincenzo walked over, picked up the file, and skimmed over some details regarding drugs. "Drugs. No wonder." Vincenzo wished that he could tear up this file and burn down the factory this very moment. He hated how they affected Wade and made him look like a living dead. "I’m burning this fucking place down," Vincenzo took out a lighter. His hand was covered by a warm palm before he could flick the igniter.

Then they moved towards the blue nightstand, and when Yoko opened it, they realized that Tex was telling the truth because the was safe inside. “What was the code again?” Yoko asked as he squatted and grabbed the knob. “582023,” Zane replied. Carefully, Yoko cracked the code, then pulled the small handle open, revealing a laptop bag, and when he unzipped it, it was full of papers and some files. In a haste, he scanned through the paper, mumbling, “I’ll be damn. He was telling the truth. These are all records on Wu.” ****** Accelerating to the last speed, Kwan causally strolled through his contacts, not caring that people were horning at how wild he was driving.

"You guys were the ones who did this to me! Lena deserves to die, and the same goes for a hypocrite like you! Tell me, aren't you afraid that my father will come after you in your sleep after you climbed to power by grinding his dead body under your feet?" "Your father deserved to be punished," Evan stated grimly. "The law is just!" His words infuriated Sunny. As a result, she moved the knife in her hand even closer, causing blood to seep from my neck. Suddenly, she seemed to remember something. She leaned closer to my ear and whispered in a voice only the two of us could hear, "Do you want to know what was written in your Grandma's final walnut?" I looked at her in surprise. The next moment

"No, I believe it would be more suitable for Mr. Waltson to see it personally." Wills Waltson inhaled deeply and gently exhaled. Second Uncle, he reasoned, don't take away my final hope, give me some. Then he took the document out. His face froze when he saw the outcome. Butler asked worriedly: "Mr. Waltson , how is it?" Wills Watson took out his lighter and immediately burned the paper. "You don't need to let anyone know about this. You can leave." Seeing Wills Waltson 's expression, Butler could guess the outcome.

Group Chat name: Team Chahootz Wendel: ………… Wendel: ???????????? Wendel: EXCUSE ME??? Cristy: ………… Cristy: I was going to break it to them gently, but… okay then. Gareth: WHAT DID HE JUST SAY??? Treveno: HOLD ON. HOLD ON A SECOND. Treveno: Zogo Walton? As in THE Zogo Walton? Brook: Yes, that's our boss. They were a perfect match!

Andrew and Josh looked up at him and scoffed as they tried to remove the ropes that were tying them to the chair. "Really? Ropes? Don't you have anything more modern? Like handcuffs?" Josh asked that made Wayne laughed a little. "Sorry Josh, Handcuffs are really not my kinks." He answered that made me choke on my own saliva. Did he just-- I looked at Read and he was looking amused at his laptop. "F*ck you." Josh muttered "I told you, I'm not into your kinks Josh." Wayne rebutted and I groaned This guy is unbelievable.

“You’re going scorched earth?” Alejandro nodded. “They want me erased? I’ll leave a crater.” In Interpol’s Milan task force room, Dino stood beside Renata as Joel appeared on screen from a secured location in Accra. Clean-shaven, thinner, nervous. “I’ve decrypted the drives,” Joel said. “Alejandro has something he calls ‘Red Vein Protocol.’ If activated, it will expose multiple high-ranking officials tied to Sanchez’s cartel. Judges. Politicians. Bankers.” “And he’ll use it if cornered,” Dino said.

"Beauden, Roarke, and four warriors arrive at the bar where Ely and Devin were last seen. Beauden hoping Whitman shows up. He can’t wait to get his hands on him even if Whitman didn’t get a chance to burn Wissy’s house it’s the point that he planned on doing the deed. The thought Whitman was so sure that his mate would run back to Peyton’s pack and into his arms only pisses him off more.

Passenger door creaked: Wally, soft around the middle, gentle to a fault, peeling back the wrapper on a Snickers like it was a rosary. “Really, Wally?” Andrew sneered. Wally dropped his service pistol in the glove box, shut the lid with a palm. “Remember when I got suspended for leaving my gun in the interrogation room?” “That was when you left a suspect alone with it,” Andrew said. Wally’s smile thinned. “What’s your problem tonight?” “Don’t worry about it.” “Fine,” Wally sighed. “Let’s get a drink.” They crossed into amber light and cigarette ghosts. Wally spotted Gabe and lit up, nudging Andrew. “Hey—look. Gabe.”