Bazigar Part 9 Novels & Stories

“Gina what do you need the Chips for?” “I’m about to hear some spicy gist, what do you think I need it for, now speak”. “So um I got to the bar and some old dude was hitting on me like really seriously and I turned him down but later on while I was working my boss came and said he was going to fire me because I angered an important guest, the guest turned out to be that old man, my boss then said if I went and had sex with the greasy fool, I wouldn’t get fired, well of course I decided to leave but before leaving i gulped down a cup of something that looked like water...”

🌹 Who I Choose (Part 4)🌹 An India love action story.... 🎤🎤 ....People, some will fly beyond the stars. People, some will fall.... 🎤🎤 🖋️ Ashwini Pov 🖊️ I checked my time and it was almost 4pm. Wow, the day is really running. Or was it the little boy picture he had showed me that made him angry? The little boy was burned so badly all over his body that I doubt he would ever see again

Alex Pov Jordan wiped a streak of my cum from his chin with his thumb and licked it off slowly, eyes locked on mine. We were both still on our knees on the cold locker room floor, cocks hard again already, breathing heavy in the steamy silence. “The bet’s not over,” he said, voice rough. “My dare this time. I want you to bend over that bench. Ass up. And I’m going to eat your ass while you describe every single thing you feel.”

“Daniel. The hospital. The cops. Now the paperwork.” Comments scrolled under the video. Fast. `Gold digger.` `He needs a psych eval.` `She’s crazy.` The turn was happening. Live. Bastian watched the screen. Then he looked at Zara. “Tell me what to do.” Zara took the burner from James. Opened the camera. Didn’t film herself. She pointed it at the ceiling. The water stain. Panned down. To the couch with Bisi. To the duffel on the floor. To Bastian, standing in a room he couldn’t buy his way out of.

It wasn’t as well lit as the main street, and it was lined with a few lonely looking cafes, one boarded up shop, and what appeared to be a bar at the end of the street. I rounded the corner just in time to see Enzo slip into the bar. Waiting for a bit for him to settle inside the bar, I carefully approached. From the outside, it didn’t look like the type of bar Enzo would touch, not even with a ten foot pole. The lights were short a few bulbs, making the name of the bar look like “Der Ug” instead of Under Rug. The windows were tainted so I couldn’t see inside. Someone bumped into me, a big, burly man with tattooed arms and greasy hair.

My body brushed roughly against the polished marble floor of the courthouse and then into the harsh, muddy ground outside as I am being dragged on both hands stretched on ends to the punisher, a dreadful-looking gamma, less merciful than the executioner. “Please—” My words weared out at the first lash of the leathered whip on my back. Exhausted, I let down the dam of tears I had been desperately holding back. My vision starts to blur out slowly from the salty streak, till everything fades into darkness. §. §. §. My eyes weakly fluttered open. The unpleasant sound of laughter coming from a fair distance away and the strong smell of ale irked me. I wanted to ignore it, but the clattering sound

Gigi was still yelling and attempting to force the doors closed. I'm not certain why it's opened in the first place, but I sprang for the already-opened door as I made it to the top of the steps. Before I could approach it, the door swung open, and a recently transformed Barsha raced out into the corridor. Of course, I was also too hurried to get my rifle, so I'm utterly defenseless. She, on the other hand, isn't interested in me. Instead, she whirled and rushed at Gigi, slamming her down. Gigi hardly has the opportunity for one shriek before Barsha's fangs are entrenched in her jugular.

Hazeq was the first to break the suffocating silence. I am sure you are all wondering why I have raised such an emergency to all of you ... A lonely Baba's mansion was attacked by an unknown gang this afternoon ... because of which there is something People have died .. While a bullet has also hit Bade Baba's arm but he is fine. After saying this, he paused for a moment and then he looked up at Eshaal. Uncle Bilawal is also injured. His condition is critical as he has been hit by three bullets ... one on his shoulder and two on his chest. Papa has left for New York.. I'm sure he will handle this situation well.

-=- This chapter is R18. If you are not over 18, please skip this chapter and proceed to Chapter 74. -=- Baz was such a sweet guy. Clara had felt worried about how she would say goodbye the entire ride to the airport. She didn’t want to turn on the waterworks for him and planned to keep walking on the tarmac without looking back. It would have been humiliating if she started bawling while waiting on her plane. But she shouldn’t have worried. Baz had every single detail planned out to make going home easier on both of them. How could she not fall in love with him?

" Kazutora's words were unbelievable as they chose Vladmir more the swimming competition than look at the sexy women here. "Ahh .. Now that's what you call an eye opener." Mah whispered while lying on a tanning bed downstairs. "Huh? Btw, where's Mikey ??" Kazutora asked in astonishment while also lying on a tanning bed. Baji continued to drag Mikey's moped as he loaded the guitar. "How I wish I'd finally reach the station." Baji muttered. "Oh? WHAT'S THIS ??!" Baji's attention turned to the person who spoke.