Ching Pucca Novels & Stories

Marble floors that echoed like they were judging you, high ceilings, the kind of place where even your breathing sounded important. I put on the charcoal suit. Not because anyone laid it out for me—things with the estate had shifted after that talk we had, quietly, no big announcement needed. I wore it because the hearing called for the version of me that looked like it meant business, and this suit did the job.

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

Noticing Kabr presence Panchi exclaimed in cheerful tone “Papa... Papa... see Maa and I are making pizzzaaaa.....” “Panchi... head up to your room....I want to have a talk with your Maa” Kabir replied in strict tone and eyed a maid who was standing beside with a smile. Figuring Kabir signal, maid lifted Panchi up in her arm however received her resistance from Panchi to part away from Victoria, seeing which Victoria stepped in with a smile “Baccha... how about you wait for me in your room and I’ll call you once our pizza’s are ready?”

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 .

Third Person: Chloe Vance came back prepared in every way. She hadn't only revamped her look; she looked stunning. At a single glance, one could tell the wannabe had gotten lip filler, along with an ass and a facelift. She looked breathtaking, and with that look came exactly the attention she craved.

Preeti's point of view "Hhhuugghh....Don't scratch your face. You are running my art." I laughed when Kerrti groaned in irritation when puja scratch her face fifth time and ruin her makeup. "I feel itchy." Puja said while scratching her face once again. "Stay still otherwise I leave your face in half makeup. Then how you will impress Rishabh." Kerrti smirked while aplying a compact powder on puja's face.

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.

I walked in and saw him. Riven was on the ice, alone, stick in hand, angrily shooting pucks. Most of them missed. He looked exhausted, furious, and completely broken. “Fuck!” he yelled, kicking the puck away in frustration. I stepped onto the ice, my voice soft. “Was that ‘fuck’ or ‘puck’?” Riven spun around, eyes widening when he saw me. “No pun intended,” I winked. “How do you know I would be here? What are you even doing here?”