Bojack Unbound Trunks Romane & Geschichten

Nysaa took another sip of her whiskey, her eyes dancing with mischief. "I suppose it's better than the time I thought I saw Bigfoot in the woods. I swear, he was out there, lurking with those big, furry feet." Mike laughed again. "Bigfoot, huh? Did you manage to snap a picture?" Nysaa shook her head, her tone exaggeratedly disappointed. "No, he was too fast. Bigfoot's got some serious moves. But I'm telling you, he's real." Their playful conversation continued, the warmth of the bar and the alcohol further loosening Nysaa's tongue.

Percy The van moves. It smells like disinfectant and old sweat. Not the sharp, sterile kind either, the cheap kind that only half masks what’s soaked into the metal over the years. Fear. Vomit. Blood that’s been scrubbed but never erased. I sit on the narrow bench with my wrists cuffed in front of me, ankles chained, the vibration of the engine rattling up through my bones. I hear the door slam shut behind me again, or I imagine it, I don’t know.

If my son had lived, he might have grown up like that—healthy, carefree. And then I saw an old woman wiping the boy's sweat with a handkerchief, her face full of gentle affection. If my mother were still alive, she might have been like that too—loving her grandchild, living a quiet and joyful old age. I stayed silent for a long time. Then I answered. "Unless you can turn back time… and bring back the dead." Ricky collapsed, sobbing without a sound, like a spoiled child who'd finally learned that not everything could be fixed with tears.

I grabbed it and unfolded it. I had to blink back the tears as I saw it. A giant basketball was drawn on it with glitter that was getting all over me, but I didn't care. "Finny, I never for a second doubted you would go number one tonight. I am proud of you and enjoy the night you deserve it. Love, Colt"

I remember journaling "The war is going to start soon. I can feel it. I wonder how long it will last. Hours. Weeks or maybe worse. The whole point of the war is to avoid my kidnap and death. The pack members are involved not because they care about me, they're watching out for their alpha." I successfully forced Ace to decorate the tree we bought on our way from Carl's house for Christmas. After about half an hour of intensive decorating, we are currently standing beneath the tree thinking of how to get the giant star to the top of the tree. "I will lift you up and propel you on my shoulder and try to stretch to get to the top of the tree" Ace explained. "What if I fall?" I asked staring at

I looked at Father, he was going to die if I happened to betray this blood oath. This was way too dangerous and I wondered if this was the only way to get us peace. I was giving up my life and peace just to restore sanity to my pack? The man I was to marry might be the very reason why I would end up dead. If I dare walk away from this, I was going to be gone. I raised my face and looked at him, with so much hatred and I was glad he felt the same way, I could see it in his eyes, the way he looked at me and how hard his face was.

“Uncle Julian, I'm sorry that our first encounter after all these years wasn't optimal. But even yesterday I couldn't not notice that you’re still in great shape. I guess you kept up your habit of 10 km run every morning?” My dad, clearly pleased, laughed. “Of course! Gotta stay fit, right? And about yesterday don't worry, I'm glad everything turned out for the best. Your uncle is a great Alpha.” After a few more minutes of catching up, Romer and I, said goodbye to my parents and started walking towards the forest. It was really close to my home, already from my front porch you could admire the beauty of frosted wonderland. The thin layer of ice, that covered the trees, sparkled under the wi

The moment the casket left the truck, it was evident that the vehicle’s body was raised by nearly five centimeters. Black Turtle couldn’t help but sigh as he looked at that ragged old truck. It was astounding that the vehicle had managed to transport the coffin here without breaking down. As the ox cart slowly approached them, Trine hurriedly stepped forward. “Bullseye, my old pal! I never expected you to personally come to help. This is amazing!” “How would I dare to refuse a command from you?!” said Bullseye, the old hunter, as he laughed foolishly.

I couldn't see anything except the silhouette of a man. Tall. Broad shoulders. A frame that filled the entire doorway. He stepped inside. The light caught his face. And I saw his eyes. Amber. Not brown. Not gold. Amber—the kind that burned in sunlight, the kind that belonged to something wild, something untamed, something that had never been caged. He looked down at me. “Hmm.”