Bojack Unbound Trunks Novels & Stories

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.

Down into its belly, where the transport vans are waiting. My cuffs come off. The chains go on. This is the part I didn’t plan for. I always knew this was coming. Prison. Bars. A number instead of a name. But not this part, the waiting. The in-between. The moment where there’s nothing left to do but exist inside the consequences of what I’ve done. They shove me into the back of a black vehicle with no windows. The door slams shut. Darkness swallows me whole.

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.

But tonight, it was different, I was leaving, not only the house, also everything I once thought I could trust and couldn't anymore. I slowly and carefully began my descent, and reached the thick branch of the three, that grew under my window. I lowered myself down until I finally felt my feet touching the ground. I adjusted my backpack and looked around, trying to decide where to go. The woods surrounding my house were familiar to me, but it was risky to there alone without shifting. My backpack was too big to hold on my mouth and at the same time I couldn’t afford to leave my things behind. I needed a place to go, somewhere I could think, without the terrible heavy feeling inside my home.

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 said, heading to my G-Wagon. “That’s what. Trusting them was never the plan, Sandro. Finding who tried to kidnap our baby brother is. And we just found him. Remember a drug deal gone wrong between the Matrix and the Marcellos? So they approached us to ship their drugs. Jacob held it against us. He thought it was our fault their deal went wrong, when he doesn’t know how to do business. Kidnapping Matias was an attempt to get his control back. He is losing face.” “It doesn’t make sense.”

he shakes his head, grabbing a few documents from the side and reading through them, paying no attention to me anymore. I stay quiet and the trip takes 20 minutes when we appear in the docks, one I’ve never seen before, and I can guess why I’ve never been here before, my sandals hit the gravel pathway as Leonardo walks ahead of me and I follow behind patiently, the docks are lined with the largest and expensive yachts I’ve ever seen in my life, I walk forward catching up with Leonardo, what are we doing here? I thought we were going to sign the documents. “And you assumed it would be in some office? He stops brows raised