Butt Novels & Stories

Ken stood up and walked towards the fire place. He pressed a button and out came a small drawer. He picked out a cigarette, lighted it using the lit fire place. “Where is she?” Ken questioned, facing the roof, exhaling a cloud of smoke. “I’m sorry boss.” Ben pleaded, going on his knees. “She…she got away, I’m sorry boss.” Ben stammered. “You’re sorry?” Ken questioned, facing him and giving Ben a harsh look. Ken turned backing him, “you know I have zero tolerance for failures but as a close and trusted friend I forgive you." He spoke, his cigarette in his mouth, hands backwards.

It's from Monika. *How is your little peanut doing?* She texts. This little whore did not! ... (to be continued)

I assured her taking her in my arms. Nana eyed me, nothing can pass this woman does it." I did something and tried apologizing but we ended up arguing " " Did you argue before or after the apology?" she asked stirring whatever she had in the white bowl. " I was about to apologize" I defended myself. " So you didn't apologize?" " She didn't give a chance to" " My boy, learn to own your mistakes. So, first, apologize then you can solve the disagreement part " Talking about her is not helping, that hurricane of woman. I changed into my gymnastics cloth and went straight to the gym. Is the best release valve for venting whatever my mind was uttering.

she said and got up to go meet him but his response stopped her. "What are you doing here?" He asked her, his voice deep, laced with anger and hate, he was fuming, not once had I seen him this way. "I missed you" she told him, her voice had dropped and she staggered while going to him. "I was wondering what had gotten into you, it's obviously the alcohol. Guess what? I never missed you, leave!" He yelled, I shivered where I sat but was scared to intervene. Andrew held him by the shoulder but he brushed off his hand roughly, it scared me.

Don Torento raised an eyebrow, Amanda looked away from him quickly, she wanted to slam her palm on her forehead for saying something stupid. Don Torento was looking at her like he wanted to tear her limbs to limbs, she gulped. "S—sorry, I say stupid things sometimes."

Elliott Its Thanksgiving and this year Macy and I are joining Jessie and her family for the holidays. Jessie is making me sit out of helping with anything. She's afraid I'll overdo it after nearly taking a bullet in my heart. She said the bullet was two inches shy of my being dead.

yeah, suck it. "I don't understand why are you so mad about. I'm just trying to have a normal conversation here baby." "There it is," I said with an accusatory tone pointing at him. "That Baby thing again. I'm not a baby, I am far from being one." "You're my baby."

He thought. "I am calling you stinky bum! You stinky bum, give me back my uncle, where did you take my uncle?? Take me on, you stinky bum!" Without any warning, Aino darted towards Sebastian , launching any form of attack possible for a five year-old. She kicked and she punched, biting and tearing fiercely as she did. Despite being a young child, the girl had a fire within her that only burnt hotter when she was angry. Powered by the frustration, she kicked and jabbed at Sebastian's legs with incredible strength. Within a blink of an eye, the branded shoes Sebastian wore that were worth over hundreds of thousands were horribly deformed under her merciless stomping.

Arlene asked her mum who was still caught up in the blues of the music playing. Barb didn’t respond to the question and Arlene thought the music was probably too high, so she turned down the volume a bit and repeated the question; still no answer came from her mum. She noticed the speed of the car increased a bit, but she was still focused on getting her mum talk. Suddenly she looked and saw a man trying to cross the road and their car was moving very fast. “Mum hit the brakes” she screamed, but Barb didn’t respond.

Renata replied quickly as she turned her face away in annoyance. She had just played a car racing game on her phone, and she felt like practicing it. "Rena, but it's dangerous." "I can drive and have a license. Stop belittling me!" This time, Renata was suddenly emotional. Lately, Renata's mood has been fluctuating rapidly. She often protests and does not accept Bastian's words. "Okay. But let me sit in the passenger seat," Bastian said. "Deal!" ***