Bucin Novels & Stories

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.

Tommy took out a glass jar, and a plastic marker then he placed them on the table, in front of Bertha. Boniface asked. "What is this?" Bertha winked mischievously, her expression evil. "This is the powerful beauty-destroying drug S404. Tell you to know, if I use this to write a few words on your face right now, will it be beautiful? What should I write now?" Immediately, Boniface got goosebumps. "This drug is a banned substance in a wartime laboratory. How could you take it out so casually? Did Fawn let you do this?"

TBC {•} Tbc

My pace slowed as my vision began to blur. My mom was getting something out of the oven. When she stood straight up, she hit the handle of one of the pots, flipping its contents and wasting it all over her arm, hand, and face. I could hear her piercing scream as her skin instantly began to bubble.

The dinning room slowly became rowdier as sisters trooped in, chatting and blessing each other, talking about the fast. Arghhh… I was fading slowly, the pain intensifying and mauling my insides. I lifted my head and saw a bun placed on a small plate in front of me. The priest had not yet come and I was on the verge of meeting the Lord. I couldn’t bear this anymore. The bum smelled divine and warmed my palms. I sunk my teeth into it and its sweetness blessed my tongue. Tears pricked my eyes and I felt the monster in my stomach weaken, his blows having less of an impact.

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."

She looked like she was excited about something. She wanted to see Dustin in a panic. But to her disappointment, she did not get what she wanted. Dustin looked unfazed. He even looked at her in amusement. Bianca felt greatly displeased. “You’re quite composed. Even at a time like this, you’re still pretending to be calm. I have to admit, I admire you a bit,” she said. “Don’t worry. You’re not poisoned with anything lethal. It’s just something called Decina Neutralizing Fragrance. It’s one of the world’s most potent drugs. It’s used exclusively to neutralize powerful fighters.

…sweat is slowly traveling down my face and my eyes are getting dry, one blink and I might miss some details. All I can hear is my own breathing and the sound of interrupted frequency on my ear piece. “Shoot it”, ten minutes had passed since I heard that command. “What the hell are you doing? Shoot…” Before he had finished his word I had planted that bullet straight to that man’s temple. And the entire policeman came to secure the place.