Vegeta Gt Mustache Novels & Stories

“Something stronger than beer. One fucking Bratva brother was already a pain in the ass—now there’s two?” I stared at Viktor. At his hands. His mouth. The curve of his neck, exposed just enough to see the glint of a tattoo under the collar. It wasn’t Zenya’s tattoo. It was something else. A wolf? A dagger? I didn’t know. But my gaze lingered. And when I looked back up, Viktor was watching me watch him. He smiled. Fucking smiled. My stomach flipped. He tilted his head toward my pants and murmured, “Might want to do something about that little tent, malishka .”

- HER- “MINE!” A growl rings throughout the room and that’s when I turn around. My eyes find his silver ones as he’s holding Phoebe, resting a knife against her neck which is pressing angrily against it. A drop of blood runs down her neck when Vesta says the word I could have never thought of... ‘Mate...’ I drink in his appearance. He’s wearing the same black cloak but the hood is resting on his shoulders, his face left bare for me to see.

The door hinge clanged when someone opened the door to the room where Venus was. Venus was still sitting on her bed and leaning her back, her eyes closed. The girl's head looked up; occasionally her face winced in pain. It felt like the Knights of the Needles and King Sledgehammer were attacking her ears and head simultaneously. “Hello, love child.” Venus forced herself to open her eyes and see who bravely insulted her like that. The figure was a woman with short black hair, with thick makeup that looked scary. Her eyes are brown… or reddish? Venus is not sure about that. The exotic-skinned woman was wearing a black overall with very low cleavage; makes Venus wonder, how Mustaka feels right

Zane continues before ending the call. I ran to my bike, opened the compartment behind and put on the leather jacket I kept inside just in case. I took out my mask, which is enough to cover my mouth and one of my eyes, leaving a hole for me to look. I drew a mouth and other designs on it to make it look cool and it's safe to say that I'm proud of it. If you've ever watched Tokyo Ghoul, you might have an idea or two. It looks just like kaneki's, but mine is better.

I read the note under the suit and almost felt like crying. “Astra, I hope you enjoyed your party. You deserve al good things. I’m sure Ezra already told you why I was not present. I hope you are very happy in life. I had this suit specially made for you and your amazing power. It will stretch to fit your male form while still look elegant when you are your true form. It is reinforced with a special polymer to act as an elastic bullet proof suit. It will be perfect for your missions. I hand made it with Gamma Taylor’s help for sizing. Yours truly, Isaac”

My entire focus was on escaping, so I didn't look backward didn't want to look backward. "Drive," another guy commanded. Someone hit the gas, and I slammed into the seatbelt hard enough to be glad I was wearing it as the van ripped around a corner. A savage snarl met my ears, and I finally stopped fighting long enough to whirl around. And what I saw made me want to vomit. Veggie Guy Mate Guy was half human, half...animal? Gray fur sprouted from his oddly-sha ped limbs, those freaky red eyes staring at me as his body bent and contorted in another painful-sounding snap.

Salesman Vega said in a calm tone. He was a short man around 5'5ft tall; he had a big mustache on his face that was so long it reached all the way down to his chest. He had long hair, his hair was longer than him. He tied it in a ponytail and had metal chains wrapped around it to keep it in place. He had the sides of his head shaved and was full of cravings.

Tattoos on his arms, spotting a buzz cut and a growl so lethal it could cut glass, the man in question was… Shit!

When the shirtless man grew closer, Gregg could see two large lightning bolt tattoos on each side of the man’s six-pack abdomen. Gregg could now see the dark figure. It was a man with white makeup on his face, along with what appeared to be black eyeshadow. The man had his pitch-black long hair tied up into a ponytail, and it looked like he had blood painted across his broad shoulders. The white makeup made the man look like Jared Leto’s Joker from the Snyder Cut Justice League. Gregg felt helpless while looking up at this shirtless, sweaty mass of raw muscle who was towering over him, holding a shiny long antique battle-ax in his left hand. Gregg recognized the man’s face through the white

Vega returned, trailed by a bald brute built like a tank, a knife gleaming in his meaty hand. “Comfortable?” Vega asked, mockingly polite. I smirked. “You won’t be when he gets here.” His smile flickered. The bald guy stepped closer, dragging the flat of the blade along my jaw. I didn’t flinch. “Cocky,” he growled, gripping my chin, forcing my head back. “He’s no savior,” I murmured, locking eyes with him. “He’s a fucking reaper.”