All My Disciples Suck Novels & Stories

The two disciples said with cold faces and wicked sneers, “Damn you, stupid pig. You don’t have the right to know that! Now, go to hell!” With that said, one of the disciples struck out at Fennel! Fennel shook his head helplessly, glanced at the black glass wall, and said, “If you want to test my strength, there’s no need to find these pieces of rubbish to deal with me. You’re just sending them to their deaths!” After that, Fennel moved! When the disciple threw a punch, Fennel did too! Boom! A thunderous explosion! The disciple's entire fist and arm shattered under Fennel’s punch. His bones were crushed inch by inch!

The pimp says Gordon, who is sipping his drink, almost chokes on it “What do you mean?” “I mean, if your highness allows me to say… it seem like the girls you wanted to tease with your doing has seen what you did to that slut.” The pimp tells him “Leave…” when man does not leave, Gordon throw the glass at him which miss him and hit the walls behind him and breaks in multiple particles scattering the floor.

I stated, as the previous owner of this body had talent in medicine and had been learning from her mother since childhood. “You know that I often disappear because I am in seclusion training,” I continued. It wasn't a secret to the family that I had become a disciple of a powerful sage and had only returned when my Shifu left. “ But... your body? Can you endure the physical strain?” Seeley inquired. “ I was poisoned, but I have already detoxified myself, and...” my voice trailed off as I spoke. “ And?” Big Brother Allardy probed.

I closed my eyes and said in a low voice, “Snow, I’m allergic to seafood. I can’t go with you.” The moment I said it, Snow’s face stiffened. She suddenly realized how serious it was that she had forgotten about her husband’s seafood allergy. She said guiltily, “I’m sorry. I—” “Enough. You don’t need to say anything else.” I glanced at my watch. “You should go home. I have things to take care of.” I was not lying to avoid being alone with Snow. I really did have things to do. Every year, the school offered teachers the chance to go abroad for further studies. My name was on the list every year.

"Luke Carson, you've always performed well in our workshop, but we haven't made much of a profit this year. As an old-time employee of ours, I'm sure you can understand this decision, right?" Hearing the familiar words, I could not help but feel dazed for a moment. Just a second ago, I was lying alone on a hospital bed in pain, sorrowfully waiting for death. Now, I was transported back to more than 30 years ago. Looking at the fake smile of the workshop manager, Eric Babel, in front of me, a pang of bitterness welled up in my heart. At the same time, a wave of ecstasy washed over me. I never expected to have a chance to start over.

× Trix × I can’t believe the audacity of that bastard. Salcom gave me a freaking deadline ? A freaking countdown to bloodshed. My blood is still boiling, my mind racing with every possible move to counter him, but no matter how hard I try, I can’t shake the image of his smug face from my head. He thinks he has me cornered. Four days to step down or watch everything burn. He’s underestimating me. Big mistake. Fr.

I dropped one knee in the ground to show my sincerity. “Please, Alpha! Take me as your disciple and let me learn from you!” “Stand up and leave. Like I said, I don’t accept disciples so don’t waste your time.” I silently gritted my teeth and gave him the most pathetic look I could give. “Please, Alpha. I will do everything you want, and I promise I will be a very good disciple to you!” He didn’t say anything and was about to turn away, completely ignoring me, but my words stopped him.

"What are you talking about, Mr. Spradlin? How could I have known you'd take my cake? Besides, I'm also allergic to peanuts. If I were the one who ate it, I'd be the one lying here right now." His face flushed a deep red, but he had no rebuttal. After all, he had been the one to snatch the cake from me out of greed. Kristie finally came to her senses and immediately pointed at me. "Stop pretending, Brooke Driver!" she yelled. "You were clearly trying to kill him!" "You can't just throw around accusations randomly, Kristie Madison." I took out my phone, pulled up the chat history, and shoved it in her face. "Take a good look. I told you I'm allergic to peanuts and asked you not to buy anythin

It was my Underboss, Andrea Lombardi. He looked extremely concerned as he said, "Donna Costa, why are you still outside? It's late. Your Nonna's waiting for you to go home." They turned to stare at Luca and Sofia in confusion. "They're…" "Two madmen. Chase them out of Sisse. They're banned." "Yes, Donna Costa." The Soldatos pulled them back. Sofia cried, but it didn't draw my attention at all. I took the gun back from Salvador and slipped it into my pocket. Ignoring Luca and Sofia, I got into the car.