All My Disciples Suck Novels & Stories

My heart pounded heavily in my chest and as it made a ding. The doors opened and we walked in. My mind flashed back to Lily's betrayal and I felt a wave of rage, confusion and frustration. “We're here.” The sound of the usher jolted me out of thoughts. He stepped out and stood in a line by the side of the hallway alongside other guys in similar outfits and shades. Coach turned to me. “You look lost, kid. You good?” I nodded hesitantly. “Y-yes.” “Whatever you do, do not fuck this up. Let me do the talking. Just sit pretty and say nothing.”

"I'm disappointed in you." I stare at the floor until he finally leaves, those words still ringing in my ears. Disappointed. The worst thing he could say. When I get back to the locker room, most guys are dressed and ready to go. That's when Marcus shows up, still in his gear, wearing that smug grin I hate. "Hey guys," he says, walking in like he owns the place. "Hell of a game. You should all come celebrate with us. There's this bar down the street that doesn't check IDs too hard."

Bran's POV “Alpha, we need to do something about this issue now and right here. We can't just cross our fingers and watch our pups die like that.” Elder Mortius, the oldest council member, finally speaks after several seconds of murmuring among them. I watch in silence—not because I'm weak or because I don't know what to say, but because I can't seem to figure out where all this is coming from.

“The only poison here is your blind hatred. I’m no monster. I’m the consequence of your arrogance.” Malrick and the other elders fight fiercely beneath my hold, unwilling to accept defeat. Theirstruggles grow frantic and wild, their magic flaring desperately, chaotically, as they strain to break free. They are men who have lived their entire lives clinging to control and power. Surrender, even now, is not something they can accept. Malrick throws back his head, releasing a guttural scream of defiance, eyes wide with madness. “Destroy her! At all costs, we must destroy her!”

Chapter 13. Friendship with secrets. Adrian's pov. I was in shock after realizing what I had done. I just slapped my lecturer! I couldn't look at him in the eyes, my eyes were fixed on my palm, trying to remember what I was thinking when I raised my hand on him and thinking of how long my failure would be. I have just used my hand to push myself to more hatred.

“Don't tell me that he wants you to always call me that.” She nodded her head while Mark shrugged his shoulders. “Cut the shit, please!” I said. Carl’s eyes widened. “Your Grace!” Alfred said, gasping. I shrugged. “I said please. Why can’t my friends just be themselves around me? What the hell!” “Your majesty! That’s 40 push-ups!” Dexter remarked.

that had come eight years too late. So anxious that for a moment, she had forgotten today was Eileen's funeral. Bianca slapped herself twice, regretful. "I'm sorry, Alan. I deserve to die." The March wind still carried a chill. I pulled my clothes tighter around me and walked outside. "Yeah, you do deserve to die. I still have to send my grandma off. Get lost right now. If souls are real, my grandma wouldn't want to see something as filthy as you here." Bianca suddenly raised her head and looked into my eyes, unwilling to give up. She desperately tried to find even the tiniest trace of attachment in them.

“How dare you insult Heaven’s Gate?! The disciples were stunned before returning to their senses. “Don’t you know that insulting Heaven’s Gate is a considerable crime?! “You people are dead! “You’ll pay for saying things like that! “Are you going to give up yourselves?! Or do you want us to handle it instead?!” The disciples pulled out their longswords with fierce expressions, ready to take action. “You people talk too much,” interjected Harvey, looking at the sight. Swoosh! Rachel Hardy pounced forward with her longsword in hand. Pfft! Along with the sound of a quiet slash, the disciples fell to the ground, paralyzed before they let out their last breath. Even if they were able to be saved,

However, life had other plans—he was gone before he knew it. "Master!" The cry tore through the air as forty or fifty disciples in robes wailed, their faces the picture of despair. "Sir, what's the call with these folks?" Mystical Chubby piped up.

“Let's see if you will die if you could finish five hundred laps. Besides, aren't you all beta werewolves? It's no problem at all. You'll get through it!” No! There's no way we can get through it! We'll die! Evelyn added, “Start running now, the time is running!” The twenty disciples were crying without tears as they started running for five hundred laps. While deep down inside, they complained. Their new master is a demon! They were fooled by her gentle and mesmerizing face! END OF CHAPTER 31