Bambi The Reckoning Novels & Stories

"Bambi," the other one said impatiently, "I told you to cut them down!" Bambi looked at him with hard eyes and answered, "You don't tell me what to do, Elijah. I'm the one in charge here, not the other way around." Elijah looked at him with disgust. "You're forgetting your place, kid. Just because Anver put you in charge—" "He did," Bambi interrupted. "That means that I'm in charge, or are you challenging his decision?"

Her fingers unconsiously trailed to her stomach as the hurt of losing her baby slowly washed over her. So this was it? They had a wonderful wedding, ran her company successfully, had acheived fame and were now going to have a baby too? Where was all the justice in the world? If she hadn’t survived and come back for revenge, is this how happily they would have lived? What about Karma!? “Hey, calm down. Your thoughts are so loud, I can hear them from here,” Marco said softly as he leaned over and interwined his fingers with her hand on her stomach.

She’s in a private sanatorium now, babbling to anyone who will listen that she’s the Luna of the Silvermane Pack, demanding they cover her claws in Dawn-Fang chips so everyone will envy her. Kael is in a Council holding cell, facing charges of intentional harm with a silver weapon and high-value theft. His mother stands outside the Committee headquarters every day. She holds a sign, screaming about a conspiracy, demanding the Council punish me for destroying her son and restore his ‘good name’. I didn’t hesitate. I released the memory-crystal recording from the jeweler’s den onto the public Pack network. She asked for proof. I, being a dutiful member of the community, saw it as my civic duty

Meanwhile, at that familiar camping site, a woman’s face was so gloomy as she crashed the phone in her hand. ‘Useless!’ she angrily uttered in her mind as she looked in the direction of the mountain ridge. Who could have foreseen that after so much calculations, the result will be the same? She could only grit her teeth, her eyes flickering with anger and somewhat, with a disturbing feeling, couldn’t help but look in a certain direction. Looking at the silent camper van, her eyes flickered as she thought about something. There is no such thing as coincidences in this world. With that thought in mind, she carried her feet with elegance as she walked in that direction.

All the hidden pieces behind the story finally lined up. Whether it was out of love or for profit, Ralph had only ever had one goal: to save Fiona, so she could go on living and keep making games for his company. “001,” Ernesta said, “this story should be called The Con-Artist Game Designer and Her Murderous Adoptive Father.” After a brief silence, 001 finally responded. “Boo hoo hoo.” It was imitating the sound of crying, but with its flat, robotic voice, it sounded oddly creepy.

“These guys disappear on us then expect us to help them… What a bunch of a**holes these two are.” Aki who was watching all this happen, thinks to himself loudly- “Fishy… Its really fishy. Almost like a bait. A bait! He those two to act as bait. Why wouldn’t you think of that Ame? Or wait have you already thought of it. I can’t make out.” And Ayame laughs to herself while dialling a number on her phone. “Hello~?” a voice comes from the phone “Dumba** Wake up your sister its time to go monster hunting.

But this time the knocking continued. “I said go away! Leave me alone! But the knocking became louder. So I used all the energy I had left and forced myself to the door, ready to curse out whoever it was that didn’t respect my privacy. But nothing could have prepared me for the sight that met me. “Bambi...” I managed to say. Then I sank down on my knees and cried. “Oh, Aaron...”

Brandon smirked faintly and addressed the crowd. "I already told all of you that this was Mabel's idea! You all believe me now, don't you?" I couldn't tear my eyes away from the photo, which showed me sitting on a swing. I couldn't recall taking a photo like that, though. It also seemed impossible for anyone to have photoshopped my face onto it and printed it out so quickly. In addition, the other classmates started pulling out their phones and opening their photo albums. "I have Mabel's photo in my official records envelope as well!"

My eyes widened, and I urged, "Cecil, quick, get me out of here!" "Alright, let's get you to the hospital!" "No, not the hospital. Take me to the place we went last month!" … The following day, I clicked on Mirabelle's livestream as if nothing had happened and watched as she clasped my diamond necklace around her neck. "Isn't it beautiful? Mr. Pembroke gave it to me as a birthday present!" All of a sudden, she let out a shrill scream and then stopped. However, I caught it clearly: a dark spot had suddenly appeared on her porcelain skin. I let out a long, heavy breath of relief.

He snarled. I took a cautious step forward, “Please,” I whispered, “Just put the gun down.” For a moment, something flickered in his eyes. Doubt. Then… “Emma!” Jeff’s voice. Everything happened in an instant. Sam’s expression twisted with rage. His fingers tightened around the trigger. I barely had time to react before… Bang. A sharp, searing pain exploded through my chest. The impact sent me staggering back. My breath caught in my throat as my knees buckled.