Chucky Mga Nobela at Kwento

Chuck mutters unintelligibly under his breath and whisks his short dreadlocks back. Lucas Chuck: We can barely pay rent for this place, and you haven't built a custom safe in months! Lucian Slater: Goddammit, Luc! That thing got more holes than Swiss Cheese. Lucian points at it frantically, and Chuck's eyes roll back in his head--a sign of exasperation. Lucian Slater: It's shady, and I want nothin' to do with it. Lucas Chuck: Last week it was a computer with a knife hole in it.

That’s why there was no wondering when people would call her, ‘The Sweet Heartbreaker. The guy walked towards the nearest table and placed his matte black guitar. He went back to us and asked, “Have you eaten your lunch yet?” His name was Chuck. Chuck Furrow. He was half American and half Japanese, and that made his visual very unique in a good way. His face was as smooth as a porcelain, and his jaw was bony and surprisingly sharp. Although he wasn’t as toned and as muscular as the other guys in our class, he was still hot (I couldn’t believe I said that), in his own features. He had long, black hair that was only long enough to be tied at the center of his head. In terms of fashion, Chuck

I have only 3 days left before miss Lauretta throws me out. I went to collect the bill for his meal,his girlfriend is a talkative. She talks like a parrot,I made to collect it as soon as my hands touched his,I felt a tingling sensation, I quickly took the money and left. He stood up and left. I counted the money,while counting it I saw a note.. "COUNTRY CITY MALL...7PM" Oh my god he left a note,he wanted to see me. I contemplated going. I didn't know him enough but, risks are meant to be taken .

I pushed even more, imagining my hands squeezing their brains until they exploded. “Stop this!” The witch yelled at me. “I will kill your friends myself.” “Then your will be done. We are all dead. Not one of us is walking away from this. I am going to die. But be assured, I will take you all with me.” Blood trickled from their noses and ears. The guy who slapped Kylie died first. I smiled as he took his final breath. His companion, the choke happy , one, soon followed. I rotated my shoulders and flexed my weirding on the witch and remaining wolf. He was a large, black wolf. He pressed to the witch’s side as she ran her hands through his fur.