Ching Pucca Novels & Stories

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Neither of them looked away first. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> The puck dropped.

I heard an familiar voice, on turning my head to side I saw Panchi running inside our room with a dress in her hand and towards Victoria “Panchi..... my bachaaa......” Victoria said in cheerful voice and squatted down in front of Panchi... “MAaa.....please.. help me get ready in this dress.....” Panchi said showing her Indian salwar dress...Victoria to agreed for it and turned to me... she raised an eyebrow “What?” I questioned her with confusion

I stare at the banner till my vision blurs. Then my hands quiver as claws rip through my palms, and my bones groan with the shift. I step forward, a balloon squeals and bursts near my feet. And then, I lunge. I tear the banner down with both hands, shred it in two. “FUCK!” Another balloon pops underfoot. Streamers fly across the room, I launch a chair against the wall. My claws rip the edges of the table, it groans as it crashes into the floor, the cake follows after.

We both jump as the door bell rings again . "There is no one ...omg .. gosh " Peach said dramatically. "Hahahha ..dude ..21st century " I shooked my head chuckling and open the door wide to scold that ass "AHHH MY GOD JESUS CHRIST HOLY MUSHROOMS OF THE LAND ...F..F..F...FUCK YOU !!!" I took deep yet small breaths as i stood there panicked and scared . "WHO THE FFFF.....HELL ARE YOU !! ?" Peach yelled .

:Do you know what he's talking about? :I am sorry, Warrior, but I do not.: Rhychard turned back to Pux, a sigh escaping his lips. "Okay, so what is your job?" Pux walked across the floor toward the kitchen table, his arms now swinging at his sides. He just stared up at Rhychard as he passed him. Once he reached the table, he swung his arms upward as he squatted down and then leaped onto the table. Rhychard's mouth dropped open at the four-foot jump, but he didn't say anything. He just watched as the gnome walked over to the other two and snatched the cheese puff out of their hands. Walking back over, he dropped to the edge of the table and sat, his legs dangling over the edge. Taking a bite

I’m just about to take a bite when I hear a loud crash. I look up to see Luca is raging. His pancakes are on the floor. The plate smashed as china shatters over the tiles. “Luca,” I ask, shocked he has a temper, but not normally like this. I walk around to his bench, staring down at him as all the chatter goes quiet. “Clean this mess up,” I demand as his bottom lip juts out. To my surprise, he puffs his chest out.

It wasn't hard to guess when one of them had bothered to change their username on all the blog posts they commented on. "Oh my...my, see who we have here." Chelsea, the leader of the cheerleading team, rang out loudly within the little space, attracting the attention of everyone. "You know, I thought after everything, the puck bunny wouldn't dare show her face...but then I was wrong. Some people don't have shame." Her minions, Kabriella, Estella, and Kim, giggled behind her, trying hard to make it funnier than it actually sounded. A few customers focused back on their coffee, while others' ears perked up. Certainly, no one was willing to be left out of the hot gossip.

“I'd hasten to lock my doors, were I you.” My cheeks blazed red. “You're disgusting, the both of you.” Puck laughed jovially. “Pardon if my coarse manners offend. I tell it like it is, sparing no truths betwixt. What might I say? My kind loves a merry romp in the grass, with milkmaids' skirts hitched high above the knee...” He stared off into the distance dreamily. “Well, it was nice meeting you. Actually, I'm lying-”

The sheet falling to the floor as Lola clapped her hands over her eyes. “You’ve already seen all of me, acushla.” Bodach chuckled as she peeked through her fingers. “There are others-” Lola stammered out. “This isn’t something they haven’t seen before.” Bodach teased, running his hand down taunt abs. “Bodach.” Puca said with a growl as he sat up. Reaching over, he popped the other man’s ass with an open palm. Turning to glare down at Puca, Bodach let out a growl.

TORREN POV The ghost mask feels like a second skin, the internal voice modulator humming as I scale the fence of the Michigan estate. I’m not using chloroform tonight; it’s too slow, too cinematic. I have a tactical sedative patch in my bag- one touch to the neck and he’s out in three seconds.