Bucin Novels & Stories

The gates fell soon after. There was a mad rush to enter the city of Muzagah and destroy every living human. Having being in suspense for hours; anticipating and visualizing what they desired: the rape and the sharing of treasures; they drove in furiously into Muzagah with the intention to kill and destroy properties. Suddenly, the sound of a trumpet filled their ears. It was a signal to stop. Prince Habeb had ordered a trumpeter to send the desperate soldiers his message. It wasn’t yet time for the killing game to begin.

He smiled when he saw its confused expression. “Damnare…” he whispered gritting his teeth with a hoarse voice. Samael choked him tighter, his smoke entering Lucas’ mouth, eyes and nose, the dark smoke crawling slowly in his eyes, taking over the red tint. “Ad,” his voice almost inaudible, his grip on the gun slowly loosens. “Infernum,” Lucas whispered the last word, mustering his remaining strength to pull the trigger releasing the bullet from the gun, together with a tear on his eye. A loud noise filled the room, and the silence quickly took over.

We are really sorry for the lost. ‘Based on our investigation, we found bunch of flower bouquets on Ms. Angelo’s apartment. It has some notes written on it. Turns out, it was some secret code numbers. Like 6124 means ‘you are so annoying’. 0383 means ‘you are the reason I have this depression of mine’. 4202 means ‘let’s end this’ which we assumed is the last bouquets she received before taking her own life. On top of that, we found a hand-written note on her working table which only contain four numbers on it.

she called her father to eat. (Dad) * spit the food out* YOU GOOD FOR NOTING CHILD! WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS HUH? I SHOULD HAVE FORCED THAT WOMAN TO ABORT YOU WHEN SHE WAS PREGNANT WITH YOU! Her father spat the spaghetti at her face. and walked out. Earlier that night

He smacks the whip down on my back 1... 2... 3... excrutiating times. I take a big gulp of fresh air trying to get out of my memories. " Sit down and take it bitch! " he says unbuckling his pants. Why can't I get out? I can't breathe. He forces himself inside my throat. I couldn't breathe. I grab my throat desperately trying to breathe. Tears running down my face. He grabs my head and pulses it down on him.

They’d never seen this sort of brutality—this much hate. Months went by and Luciana gave birth to their child. A girl in which they named Valentina. She felt however that there was something wrong with her child. She hardly drank when she fed her, and she seemed to be growing rapidly. She began teething a bit early, and one day she bit her drawing blood. She was completely shocked. She took her concerns to Abram, and he told her everything.

I opted for sending a text message. Me: "I'M SORRY IF YOU'RE HERE. I CAN'T RETRIEVE MY VOICEMAILS. AN EMERGENCY HAS COME UP." He responded immediately. Nox looked my way with the vibration. His expression morphed from one of concentration on his messages to one that questioned mine. I shook my head and turned off the volume. Bryce: "WHAT KIND OF EMERGENCY? ARE YOU OK?" Me: "I'M OK. IT'S NOT ME. IT'S MY FRIEND."

Taking a seat on the chair instead of the bed, he hit the browser icon on his phone and typed in G****e. He checked out some nearby bookstores and interior decorations shops and luckily was able to find some cool stores that caught his eye. His excitement was however only short-lived as the moment he inputted them into G****e maps, he realized they were not as close by as he expected and for someone who barely knew his way to college on his own, trying to look for such stores in town would be a complete bad idea. "Check us out on I*******m," he read out the words displayed in bright yellow as he navigated the store's website. I*******m. Social media.

She was a toothless dog, one that can only bark. "My sweet child," Ejima gnashed her teeth as memories sips out of her skin. Bozo was no longer breathing, his eyes were closed and the life in him seemed to have disappeared. "Well, well. That went well," Uche chuckled, "I just won a war before it even started." "Murderer," Ejima yelled. "Oh," Uche lifted his hands in submission, "you know you are next, right?"

The bullet struck the blade’s entry point, shattering muscle and bone, sending a fine red mist spraying across the one clean stretch of white frontage wall I used as a backdrop for my pictures. Aldo collapsed into the dirt, writhing and screaming. My mother shrieked as if she’d been hit herself. Leo finally moved but it was too late and entirely useless, dropping to his knees beside the spreading dark pool. Frankie just stood there, mouth agape, eyes glassy and hollow. I stood on the curb, hugging my arms around myself against the cold, waiting for the expected grief to arrive. I waited for the stomach-churning horror a dutiful step-daughter was supposed to feel.