Bucky Barnes Wattpad Novels & Stories

“What are we celebrating?” “Your successful outing.” The kid behind the cash register, Bucky Jones, who’d graduated from Tribute High last year, nearly swallowed his tongue. “G-g-g-olly, Mr. Nick.” “She didn’t mean that the way you think,” Nick said darkly. “Shannon, tell Bucky you didn’t mean that the way he thinks.” “What? Oh.” Shannon laughed. “No. Sorry. It wasn’t that kind of outing.” If Nick hadn’t had to spend the afternoon overseeing the decorating at the high-school gym, Shannon could have finished interviewing him. But

Whoever did this knew exactly what they were doing. This wasn’t just theft, this was sabotage. And Zachary that filthy desperate bastard finally crossed a line he wouldn’t survive. The minute we arrived at Blackwood Corporation, chaos greeted us instantly. Employees moved around nervously while executives rushed in and out of offices carrying files and laptops. Even the energy inside the building felt wrong. Fear, confusion, and panic. The television mounted across the reception area immediately caught my attention. Zachary Corporation’s launch event played across the screen proudly. My fists clenched instantly, and everything displayed on that screen belonged to me.

Honestly, even to this day, swimming in man-made, filtered, chlorine saturated pools gives me a bad turn. Not long after that, James Burns was re-hired at the lumber mill. According to Dad, Jake running away must’ve served as a catalyst for change because James Burns joined the local chapter of AA, started getting counseling and started trying, at least, to live a cleaner life. I can’t say that he ever became a model citizen or that his daughter Emma instantly morphed into bubbling, successful social butterfly. She, in fact, turned into a first-generation brooding, black-haired, black lipstick wearing death-metal-head banging Goth. But her dad started trying, at least, which makes me wonder

Quickly I pushed myself up and started to run but stopped when I saw one of the bike men in front of me with a gun pointed at me. My stomach fell, bile rose to my throat and I panted. So, this was how I died? “Please, don't do this!” I begged, but he just grinned and pulled the trigger. I dropped to the floor and lost consciousness. **** I was jolted awake by a bucket of water, only to find myself in an unfamiliar dark room – no, not a room, a shed. I coughed, my lungs irritated by the sudden splash of water. “I am alive,” I blurted out when the fits of coughing had subsided.

His cousin Colt had built a new place and sold the Boars Nest to Cam. Poor Buck was left homeless and lonely—a fact he’d bitched about until India snapped. If he was so damn lonely, there were plenty of boys in the Little Buddies program who needed time and attention from an adult male. It’d shocked her a few weeks later when Kade mentioned Buck had taken her advice and signed up for the program. “I didn’t expect to see you here either.” “Domini’s idea. But I’d hoped to run into Colt. Have you seen him?”

Feeling helpless and shattered, I crumbled to the floor, crying bitterly. The worst part of it all was the fact that I couldn’t borrow money from any friend because I didn’t have any. Brian never allowed me to socialize, even though it was for business. Frantic, I tried to reach out to some loan sharks, but I got to know I was blacklisted.

* * * Powered by Google Hmm. How to start this... my name is Koltin Barnes and you probably know my obnoxious jock tongue wrestling brother: Colton Barnes. Punny isn't it? Talk to my dad about that will ya? Forget him though, this is a book about me and how swagtastic I AM. I'm the morals, culture, and brains of the bunch but also a social train wreck. Yeah, talk to some distant relative that made me inherit Asperger's Syndrome. Then there's the fact that I like a potential shrink and oh man, this is gonna be a ride!

Everything would go back to normal. He cleared up the shards of glass and went into the bathroom. Buck lay in the bathtub, listening to music as he waited for the next day to come. In the meantime, Punter prepared a feast for Wilbur. Wilbur wined and dined happily with everyone, chatting up a storm. Someone mentioned Buck along the way, and it opened up a conversation about him as well. "Mister Buck's a cultivator too." "Yes, I heard he's at the Sanctuary level." "I think he's at least Emperor level. He's so powerful."

I didn't want to hear any more of it, and I couldn't believe Leon would sit and watch me get humiliated like that. Or maybe, I did believe it, I just hadn't come to terms with it. That the one person I had trusted and relied on would be the same person who would break my trust. I cleaned my eyes and walked to the basketball court. It would be empty now, and it was the perfect place to clear my mind, and then maybe write a few chapters of my novel. It was when I searched my back, that I realised my novel had fallen out. There was no sight of him and my eyes went to a certain blue eyed boy.

Lucifer was certainly not a fish. He was a shark. Buck only wanted to offer some advice, but he hadn’t expected to step on a landmine. "I didn’t mean it like that..." "Stop talking, I don’t want to hear it." Leanne interrupted him. “Okay,” said Buck. Zachary’s steps were quick as he returned home. He almost left Frank behind outside the elevator. The two of them were in the elevator—one stared at the gradually rising red numbers. The other leaned against the elevator wall, lazily tapping on his phone.