Bare Su Novels & Stories

Sarah says softly. "You're bleeding through your uniform, you're not fine," Jessie says with an authoritative tone of voice. I go to the downstairs bathroom and get the first aid kit. I bring it back to Jessie who is carefully removing Sarah's uniform. "Have you done this before, we could go to the hospital if you're squeamish," Sarah says nervously. Jessie laughs as she removes the blood soaked bandages. "I'm a doctor, don't be such a baby," she jokes with a smile.

If I didn’t know better I would say it’s a girl. Well, you do know better. S’bu said as he walked to his cupboard taking out his karate gear and putting it on. Excuse me, I need to go practice. He walked out and went to the gym at the basement of his home. He needed time to clear his head and vent out his frustration. He kicked and punched the boxing bag until his whole body was sore. All I need is time with her, is that hard to ask?

Suzy's POV. I woke up to find that I was tied up to a table? My head was throbbing and I desperately needed to urinate but no way to do so. I was thirsty as well. I struggled with all my might and could not for the life of me even budge the ropes that had kept me bound to this table. As I laid there I looked around at my surroundings. I was ina cabin. I heard the door open and an old man had come in. It was him! The man I had waited on back at the restaurant. But why would he take me? I had done nothing to him. I thought to myself. "Oh good you're awake." He said. "Please sir, I have to use the toilet. May I pleae be untied?" I asked trying to keep him on his good side.

Sunekuo strengthens its construction and emits blue fluid from its skin disintegrating Irz’s body until his body vanishes. When Franz is done defeating Irz, Barz has stood before him. “Franz, Do you know what you have just done all this time? What would he say if he saw this?” Barz asked. “Buffalo, the symbol of serenity. An incarnation of a moron who is always calm that he forgets how to live his life.” Franz said.

~SCREECHHHH~ ~SCREECCCHHHH~ Its aura was too intense. Su was more frightened of being clutched by its sharp talons than falling to the ground and turning into a pulp. The beast did not back off; it tried to grasp her, but Su avoided it again by making another hefty strike at its claws. Her desperation was off the charts. She knew she couldn’t let the beast catch her.

I deadpanned. “What do you mean?” he frowned slightly. “People like you don’t talk to people like me” I whispered. He was fucking wealthy, they owned one of the most expensive hotels! Good God. I can't believe he was talking to me casually like nothing just happened. Was I overreacting? “What do you mean by people like you? I might be rich, true but I am not a god or something like that. You shouldn't assume those things about people” Sebastian crossed his arms defensively.

Desert said rolling her eyes as Sky wandered back to Acre. "Good" then he turned to me, "We had to erm borrow a car," he said "You mean steal" Desert cut in making me laugh but that just earned me another dirty look from her, "Well Mathew is resting so we cant squeeze everyone into one car" "Is he ok?" I ask "Yes, yes don't worry he's just unconscious, it's mostly cuts and bruises", "Desert did it" Sky piped up with a smirk on her face, "You little bitc...." she was about to say furiously before changing her mind halfway through the sentence

chapter five By about three in the afternoon, they were ready to set off. Or as ready as they’d ever be. Andrew Strauss and Bridget sat on the bus which led the way through the cordon, their driver a young Scottish soldier named McBride, chosen for his experience with heavy-duty vehicles. Like them, he was wearing the Hazmat gear provided—dark green in colour, unlike some of the more vivid kinds Andrew and Bridget had grown used to in the past. The air canisters on their backs were good for a few hours and a plentiful supply of them were on board. Mikes would allow them to keep in touch with each other, and whoever was in close proximity.

And she would never leave this god's forgotten place. We reach the main crossroad and as always, I turn left and Keenan goes right. He gives me a soft smile and ruffles my hair playfully, then heads to the butcher to sell the deer's antlers and skin to get some money. I, on the other hand, go straight home.

A neatly trimmed beard framed his face, making him look less like a businessman and more like the final boss in a video game. Then there were his eyes. Amber. Not warm amber. The kind that belonged to wolves lurking in the dark. They weren't angry. That would've been easier. They were calm. The terrifying kind of calm that made me think this man had never once raised his voice because he never needed to. A black suit hugged his broad shoulders as if it had been stitched onto him. Not a wrinkle. Not a loose thread. Even his watch probably cost more than my entire existence. He didn't wear power.