Dap Rumble Novels & Stories

He roared and dropped to one knee. “No!” I screamed. Damian raised the rebar again, aiming for Lucian’s head. I didn’t think. I ran forward and swung my metal rod with every ounce of remaining strength. It connected with Damian’s forearm with a sickening crack. He howled, dropping the rebar. I swung again, catching him in the side. He stumbled. Lucian surged up like vengeance incarnate. He grabbed Damian by the throat, lifted him off the ground, and slammed him against the nearest wall so hard the metal groaned.

We’ll see if you have the ability to do that. David was too lazy to reply to him. Then, he chose the most expensive Super Rocket. Launch… [Lil Match has given streamer Dumpling a Super Rocket x1] David sent a message. Lil Match: [Are you going to follow?] [Senior has given streamer Dumpling a Super Rocket x1] [Lil Match has given streamer Dumpling a Super Rocket x2] [Lil Match has given streamer Dumpling a Super Rocket x3] … [Lil Match had given streamer Dumpling a Super Rocket x66]

Swiftly, I reduced the volume to a level that only I can hear as the DJ laughed and commented, ‘That’s very polite of you Rum. ‘Am I not supposed to be?’ And the DJ chuckled. ‘Well, you were rumoured to be quite an asshole on the set.’ What the hell’s wrong with this DJ? Did he get paid to ruin Rum or something? ‘Sometimes, I am,’ replied Rum, much to my surprise. His voice remained collected and cool. ‘Sometimes, I’m just a normal—well, let’s just say I have mood swings like everyone else.’ I felt a smile on my lips.

I change the channel quickly to the next, and the next, and the next, but the same news is still on display. I smash the remote on the wall, and it comes down with a crashing sound. Quickly, I put on a white t-shirt and a pair of black shorts, rolling my hair into a bun, as I dash out, unable to stand the tense air in my room and the tightening in my chest. I should feel better after a drink or two. The bar is alive with the soft thumping sounds of Celine Dion, and the smell of whisky and cigarettes fills the air. Minus the crowd and noise, this soothes my mood perfectly.

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He had dementia and always thought his clothes were on fire, even when he’s just gotten out of the tub. The other client was a 70-year-old lady who tried to fight her 80-year-old sister. They did a lot of yelling and screaming and when it came down to the actual fights they were hitting each other like they were toddlers. They were hilarious, and I let my mother talk as I listened, glad to have the focus off of me right now. I would keep silent until it was too hard to hide. After dinner, I sat at my computer desk staring at the blank screen. My hands hover above the keyboard. My fingers couldn’t find the strength to make contact and type out the words they needed. I looked over at my cell p

“What is this?” “That’s what killed him,” he said, his voice trembled. “H-He said if I got into trouble, I just have to…to go there.” The detective flipped the card and saw two words engrossed on it in gold ink. DOMUS MALUM His eyebrows furrowed, frustration creeping in. His head began to throb as he looked away. “Thanks for this, Mate,” he said and hopped on his car, never casting a glance again on the guy.

Emerson follows. "If you knew Rage as well as I do. You'd know he has no trouble getting it up or keeping it up; all night long." Emerson starts to run her hot pink fingernail down my chest. Remi's eyes turn icy pale lavender with black slits. Iridescent scales slide down her arms.