Bucin Novels & Stories

I know it's weird, but I lived in a bubble! I look at Raúl with all those tattoos on his chest, three big roses bordering the area and connecting to the drawings of the arms, and a name that I can't identify, along with that athlete's chest on display, and those well defined entrances, which I recently discovered is called the oblique, the famous entrance that men have in the region below the belly going towards... You know what I'm talking about!

He tried to get the words out but failed abysmally. Instead of responding Lexus just picked up his pace, misunderstanding the direction of the Brunet’s complaining completely. Azrin wasn’t sure if his next response was positive or negative as the next whimper to leave his lips was a mix of pain and pleasure. Lex caught the difference and was about to stop his motions when a harsh “Fucking Christ,” spilled from his lips.

He looked up at Julien with wide, innocent eyes, as if this were a completely reasonable place to pause mid-flight reenactment. “Inside voices?” he offered. Julien nodded. “Yes.” “And inside running,” Julien added, because experience had clearly taught him that rules needed layers. Lucas frowned, tiny brows knitting together as he considered this new information. He glanced around the cabin, then back at Julien. “But planes are inside.” There was a beat. Just one. And then I lost it. The laugh escaped before I could stop it, short, sharp, unguarded. The kind that came from somewhere deep and unpoliced. I clapped a hand over my mouth too late, shoulders shaking as I tried and failed to regain

I started a new pot, and as I waited for it to brew, I slammed my head against the cabinet. “Ah, there’s a ‘member’ in your office,” Caroline called from the doorway. “Ha, what gave me away?” “The slow destruction of the cabinet with your head?” I turned to face her, pulling off a small smile. She returned it before her eyes widened and her hand brushed the hair away from my neck. “What the hell is that?” Fuck!

The fuck she want them to look like. Sometime around noon in between my rounds I got a call from an unknown number. "What?" "Hello Colton, just wanted to let you know that the package was picked up." What the fuck? It took me a minute to recognize the voice. "Where is it?" "I made a mistake and took it on the boat with me, the shit fell over. I wasn't about to go in after it, not with the family of hammer head sharks circling below." "No problem these things happen." He hung up the phone. This fucking spook. From that cryptic shit I took it to mean Mancini had taken the perp out to sea and fed him to the sharks. And people think I'm bad.

Fried chicken and beer is not a good combination for pukes. I threw all my clothes on the laundry basket inside the bathroom and took a bath in just a speed, but of course making sure that I don't smell like puke. After getting dressed, I gulped down the Sprite in one go and put the oranges inside my bag and the sticky note on my wallet. Whoever that person is, I'm sure that he or she is living in the same dorm and floor as me. And all I have to do is to know every person who lives in the same floor and look for someone with the same penmanship.

Should I be offering sympathy rather than sending in the executioner? From behind me I heard thundering footsteps and prepared myself for the impending attack. Max was hardly trying to be subtle, but then we were playing, who needed subtle? A silvery-grey streak leapt from the bushes, barrelling into me and knocking me to the ground. I growled, nipping at his flank before wriggling free and dashing away, yipping for him to chase me. And he did.

Beta Alfred moved to the microphone and stated, “I, Alfred Hemming, pass the title of beta to my son, Lucas Hemming.” Luke moved forward toward the mic. “I, Lucas Hemming, accept the title of beta from my father, Alfred Hemming.” They pressed their palms together in the same way that my father and I had. Once they separated, the crowd, once again, cheered. Luke’s father went back to stand by Luke’s mom while Luke stayed forward, and I went to join him.

ACE "I'm going to kill him," I seethed, pacing the length of Gunnar's office at Astor Architecture. After I had driven Miranda home to get ready for her day, I came here. I should have stayed with her. If I had stayed with her this wouldn't have happened, "no, I'm not going to kill him," I stopped pacing and glared out the floor to ceiling window that overlooked the city in all its beauty, "I'm going to cut his dick off, blend it and then make him drink it before slowly peeling his skin from his body."

Kyle rushed through his morning meetings and tidied up some stuff so that he wouldn't have to be back for a long time. He couldn't wait to get back to his little pain in the ass, princess. He touched his inside jacket pocket to make sure the box from Harry Winston was there and patted the packages on the seat next to him.