Debu Novels & Stories

‘’if Niru is here, he can explain it to me without any trouble…I wish he’s here. DEOS XX-END

Canberra, Australia – Department of Paranormal Defense (DPD) The room was colder than the steel that built it. Deep beneath Canberra, behind biometric locks and layers of classified clearance, the Department of Paranormal Defense had convened an emergency council. The hum of servers and the flicker of fluorescent lights gave the bunker an antiseptic unreality, as if reality itself was being sterilized.

documentary. ​Around noon, the boardroom doors opened. I felt the vibration of footsteps. Luke and Mateo stepped out together, deep in conversation about a merger. ​"The logistics for the Cebu expansion are finalized," Mateo said, his voice echoing in the marble hallway. "I’ll have the contracts on your desk by five." ​"And the media rollout?" Luke asked. His voice sounded strained, his eyes darting toward my desk for a fraction of a second. ​"Vince is handling it on the 12th floor," Mateo replied smoothly. "He’s more than capable. We don't need to overcomplicate the workflow."

And shit, I find them cringe as fuck. Then, the message pops up. “DO YOU NEED A TRY OUT?!” The message says, blinking in red and silver on my screen as if my laptop has caught a virus. This is crazy. This is insane. I stare at it for some seconds before pressing on it and it leads me to another site entirely. “LA DEBAUCHÉ.” It reads. I squint and sit properly. And after some minutes, I came to a conclusion. La Debauché seems to be an exclusive gay club that has an ad running on the gay side of p**n hub and they prioritise customer’s privacy more than anything else based on demand.

I immediately saved her number. Me: yeah sure. unknown: 9th XXX drive. I looked at the weather app on my phone to check if it was too cold to go, we were smack dab in the middle of October and if it was too cold then sorry. It was 56 degrees outside, I guess it wasn't too cold. Me: kk.

I say deflating in seconds. After a short cab ride, all three of us are standing at the ruins of a blown-up bus, although there are nobodies lying around on the street you can still see the bloodstains from where they were, the whole area has been cordoned off, there are still police and investigators looking around so there's not much chance of us being able to get near the site without being spotted, I stand at the edge of the tape, close my eyes and take in as much air as I can, I breathe deeply trying to concentrate on the smell around me but all I'm getting is the scent of the humans around me and burnt remains of the explosion

#TBC .

Maze's "Gab! C'mon! You can't be like this! Haven't you learned your lesson?" Mark and I were waiting for Top outside the bar when we heard Mike scolding a drunk Gab. Kevin and Mike are helping each other to carry him as he is too drunk that he can't even walk properly and just keeps on muttering incoherent words. I looked at Mark and he seemed worried but not about Gab but Mike. I can see Mike and Kevin having a hard time carrying him as he was a big guy.

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