Zanuff The Butcher Novels & Stories

HAKAN *** Even though I wanted to put a knife through his eye, I couldn’t do that for the sake of the mission I was here to accomplish. The butcher was a man in his early fifties, with a stocky build, a double chin and a pot belly bigger than a pregnant woman who was due for birth. He was also almost completely bald, and his once blonde hair had become nearly white. With his blue eyes, he might have been considered handsome in his youth because he was a stereotypical blonde that women seemed to be obsessed with for some reason, but the more power he acquired, the more influence he got from his business, the more lazy he got physically. He had lots of guards and he was confident of his useful

" Zaphon hissed and gave him a human part to eat but Ryan declined quietly. "Sorry but I am not a cannibal, I don't feed on human flesh." Then Zaphon gave him a dead animal and urged him to eat it fast before a demon sees him but Ryan declined again and roasted it in a nearby fire before he ate it. Zaphon watched Ryan wat in silence and he gave him some water to drink and that made him re-energized and they continued walking as they got closer and closer to the devil's chamber. "Where are we and who owns this chamber?" Ryan stopped to ask, "Is that human dick I am seeing?" Ryan's eyes widened.

I found that incredibly rude. "You...you know my name!" Her tone was filled with excitement. "Of course I do." I replied which made her smile. "You can call me Ana!" She said happily to which I nodded, "will do." "I am Austin Salvatore. But, you already know who I am, don't you?" Austin asked with a smirk. What's it with these Salvatores and smirking? No, seriously, was it a disease that ran in the family or something? "Yes, I do." I replied with a nod, "I've heard a lot of things about you, you know? The mafia's very own glutton. Are you familiar with the term?"

They were not frightened as they were the day before. Wilbur shook his head and laughed. Suddenly, a figure walked to the yard and stood in front of Sans and Daryl. A tall man looked at Wilbur coldly. Sans instantly said, "This is Mister Zared Khan, a Sanctuary level cultivator." "Trevor Penn, how dare you provoke the cultivators of Shia! You'll have to pay with your life!" yelled Daryl. Wilbur chuckled and sized Zared up. Zared asked coldly, "Are you Trevor Penn?"

Now it all went down to a drain. “If you want something done right, do it yourself.” Sniffia sarcastically adviced Frankenstein as she charged at him about stabbing him with the scimitar in her hands suddenly Zero-Zero who was laying on the wet deserted floor, thought to be dead was already behind her putting his metal rod tightly around her neck, choking her.

I reluctantly finished my soup as Nathan spoke. “There’s plenty more.” Nathan replied with an amused smirk. “So how about some entertainment? It hopefully will give you a distraction even if it’s temporary.” “I think it’s a good idea. I’m interested to see what Mazifik does for entertainment- Zargo does executions among other things.” Conor added as Nathan and I gave him the same uneasy look. “I’m not a fan of watching people die while I’m eating either.”

Helpless as I was, I felt that the world would be better off without the butcher guy in it, so when Zuomin spoke of his grand plan and how he had win, I fixed my stare at the butcher and almost prayed for an opportunity to get my hands on him. So, it happened that either my prayers were answered by God himself, it was just a fucked up karma thing, Zuomin was done blabbering and he ordered the butcher guy to finish us all off, the butcher, excited as a child told to play a game, he quickly went to work on the two guys before me, I could have swore he was in a hurry to get to me, he smirked at me when it was my turn and slowly swaggered towards me, brandishing this sharp, large cleaver.

Javier ordered Herschel, “Haul his *ss somewhere where no one can bother us.” After saying that, Javier started toward the entrance without sparing any thoughts for Wilson’s condition. The owner of the club, however, objected to the sudden hell they had raised. He rushed to the floor with six or seven bouncers flanking him. Seeing his customer being trawled away angered the owner, who shouted, “Who the f*ck are these chimpanzees making a mess out of my place?! Do you know who I am?! The seedy underworld knows me as Phantomknife! Look at my dual wielding blades! I’ll slice and dice you people like lab rats in a circus! Step right up for a haircut!”

And he had to be confident in order to be so casual while naked before a strange woman. "Sorry to startle you. My name is Cruz Cain. It's a pleasure to meet you." I had forgotten that I was holding the butcher knife until he nodded toward it and smiled. "You won't need that." "I'll be the judge of that." I looked down and realized how ridiculous I looked, but until I knew who he was, I wasn't taking any chances. "Where's the wolf?" He shrugged as his lips curled into a mischievous grin. "Wolf?"

She could be demanding at times but when she could sense my irritation and fatigue she always backed off. Opening the fridge, I grabbed a bag of carrot sticks and made my way to the couch. I was trying to be healthy but I was too lazy to make food. Living off a rabbit's diet for one night didn't seem half bad. Venus hopped up onto the couch with me and curled into my side. I had Lucifer on — Netflix and chill was the only activity besides sleeping I was prepared to do. If I could, I would quit this stupid job. Everyone else did. Gunnar Astor was a royal pain in the ass.