All My Disciples Suck Novels & Stories

"But you know we need that cash. You're derailing from the plan you know?" Hannah sucked her teeth before she spoke. "You really are unbelievable," she remarked before sucking her teeth again. "What's unbelievable is how fickle you are," "Oh, come on. Is it bad that I plan to save my strength for a fulfilling job hunt?" "You of all people know there are no fulfilling options right there. That man is the only way to a fufiling cash flow,"

These men can still have a fling. As I stand there like a complete idiot, my distant cousin approaches me and whispers that we have to accompany them, or else I'll be without my aunt. I automatically turn to him as if possessed, literally like the Exorcist. The blue-eyed boy opens his eyes wide, and his blonde mane stands on end as if he were Goku.

× 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.

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.

The only result coming out of that was bruises and a two week suspension from the coach. "Get. Out." I yelled, shooting dark glares at the naked dudes in front of me. I watched them scurry, trying to cover up. I rolled my eyes. "Get your hairy asses out of here. What are you looking at?" A low murmur revved through the air as they made their way to the door. As soon as they all got out, I made my way to the shower stalls. Stripping off all my clothes, I tossed them off, fixing my gaze at the clear tiles and my reflection in them.

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.

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.

The poor disciple almost fainted out of shock after he heard my words and looked at me to tell if I was just joking or teasing him. He gulped when he saw that I wasn't joking or teasing him. “D-Disciples? I-I c-can't... m-my master is M-Mr. Valcarcel...” The poor disciple looked like he was about to cry. Seeing him in this state, I didn't know whether I should laugh or cry.