Thug Squidward Novels & Stories

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"So what!?" "Are you going to let me say something or not?!" Curl yelled, and Thug grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up. Before he could say anything else, they heard a terrible scream. He quickly dropped him and rushed outside just to see a Lynx Lynch holding a brutally wounded war Thogwart, about to cut off his head. "If any of you comes near, I would cut his head off" the Lynx Lynch warned them, as they were making advances. Thug didn't even know what to do, he was still trying to process what was going on.

It was clear Zeno's words just now were like a threat to him and whether he wanted it or not he had to make sure that the squid he grilled was really tasty and didn't contain any poison at all so that it didn't make the orphanage kids collapse like Arlcia that time. A boy around 8 years old looking in one direction. He was standing quite far from his friends. Eros, who was idle and wandering around looking around, saw the boy. The man approached him. "What's your name?" asked Eros after kneeling to match the boy's height. The boy turned his head. "Theo," he replied. His electric blue eyes seemed to shine in the spotlight of the luna. "Aren't you going to eat the grilled squid?" The boy shook

The thug let out a scream as his face turned pale. He finally realized that Sienna was serious when she talked about the game. She would give him an extra punch for each second that he delayed! Wouldn’t it be terrible if they delayed for a minute? Wouldn’t he get beaten to death then? The thug jumped up, roared, and yelled at his followers, who were on the ground, “Get up! Get up, you idiots!” The group of people finally crawled and scrambled away from the grove after getting a few punches.

Apart from the large metal door that stood opposite me, there was only one other opening in the room—a window close to the ceiling through which a sliver of moonlight filtered in. “The men got to us, didn’t they?” James muttered. “No shit, Sherlock.” He groaned in response. “You have no idea the kind of trouble we’re in right now.” I looked at him. “You know those thugs?” “I know of them. The big guy—the one with the eye patch—goes by the street name Thunder. He and his companions belong to a popular group of thugs that run shady businesses in this part of town. They also work for higher-ranked werewolves, doing little jobs for them.”

He hit the floor hard, the cold concrete biting into his skin. “So, you work at the quarry, huh?” the voice was rough, low, almost amused. Tunde didn't answer. He kept his head down, eyes darting to the side where his credit pouch had fallen, already being snatched up by one of the Brass Fangs. The figure stepped forward. Tunde saw him now a thick-chested man with gold implants running along his skull like tribal markings. Two metal fangs jutted from his jaw.Kappa. “This is a decent haul,” Kappa said, tossing the credit pouch up and down before passing it to the shortest of the thugs. “Too decent for a mud-grubber like you.”

Romero, Personal Development instructor and the discipline coordinator of the whole senior high department. Incidentally, Mr. Romero, a bachelor in his mid-30s, is also nicknamed “Squidward” behind his back because his eyes are both bulging and droopy and he has a bulbous, prominent Rumpole nose. It doesn’t help either that he’s always clean-shaven. Mikaela once said in one of their many GCs that if she were him, she would grow a mustache and even a beard to shake off the Squidward vibes. He’s also lanky and wears a limited range of pastel-colored dress shirts without a tie and whose sleeves he never rolls up.