Bucin Novels & Stories

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.

"How can you bring a slut to an important function? Just because she is putting on an expensive dress and makeup doesn't make her any better. Look at her son, she doesn't fit in. She doesn't belong here. What were you thinking when you brought her here? Do you want to embarrass us? Take her away in an instant before your father gets here." Everyone kept quiet and Beatrice look bored from the whole thing. Alex held an apologetic look and I suddenly felt stupid for wasting my precious time to impress this horrible woman only to be embarrassed in front of everyone.

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She pleaded. Bernice wasn't having any of it and slapped her so hard that the chair tipped causing Vinca to fall. She then started kicking her till she was held back by her goons. They set the chair upright and brought another seat for Bernice. Taking out a cigarette, one of the goons lit it up for her. She blew smoke into her face and Vinca started coughing again. "I wonder what he saw in you. You are not pretty and I am sure that you are not rich. Has he slept with you?" she asked in a demanding voice