Dr.slump Novels & Stories

When Johann was finally done with his romantic getaway, he came back home and trampled all over my self-esteem like he was disciplining a mere dog. Was I just their afterthought after all? I flung my phone onto the couch in a rage. "I hate secondhand men who've been defiled by other women!" This was the first time I had said such harsh words to him. Unexpectedly, Johann frowned at once as anger lit up in his fiery eyes. He grabbed my chin tightly and slapped me hard on the cheek just a split second later. He slapped me so hard that my vision blacked out for a moment. "Nancy Castro! I am the one paying for your food and your lodging! How dare you yell at me like that! Who the hell do you thin

She pushed past him to confront me herself. The assistant's face crumpled. "Miss Elstein… didn't you know? Mr. Wilford's blood was fully drained. He's gone."

There were days I moved through the office like a hollow version of myself, dark circles carved under my eyes, smiling on cue while everything inside me felt stripped raw. One afternoon on site the fatigue nearly broke me completely. I had been speaking with the paving team about parking markings and kerbstones when a sudden wave of dizziness hit me. The water bottle slipped from my hand. My legs followed. Someone caught me before I hit the ground. For one irritable second I hoped it was him. It wasn't. Across the site Liam watched, crushed his cigarette under his boot, and walked away without a flicker of emotion. The embarrassment burnt, but his indifference cut deeper. I told myself I had

Bellissima walked to the mirror and turned her face slightly, it was red and swollen, luckily he had not bruised her or left fingerprints, still it hurt her so much that she fell and cried. She had already been feeling terrible, but this act from her father made her feel worse, she would have shut up, never said nothing, it was uncalled for, why had she not thought of this before she spoke, thought of the repercussion, the consequences, did she think her father was different, she forgot how cold and wicked he was. "Stupid girl" she spoke quietly to herself "stupid, stupid girl" as she talked to herself, she slapped her thighs hard, still crying, "you're so stupid bellissima" she cried the mo

His balance faltered, but he curled his foot with mine got me landing on the ground with him. I immediately scrambled on his back and choked him with my forearm on his throat. Flesh met flesh and tingles shot up my arm making me suck in a breath. He took advantage of my distracted mind and smashed me back on the ground with his back on me. Grunting I tried to push him but he was as heavy as a pig.

Sacconity represents the hard work of the Saccone family. "Even if it were to fail under Mag's management, I would never let it become a tool for outsiders to insult her. "Besides, Mag's talent surpasses yours by far. Since you've been dismissed as vice president, it's best you stay away from the company." Amid the chaos, Don was thrown out of the company in a disgraceful state. Camden and Nevaeh attempted to meet with me several times after that, but they were never able to see me. Even so, I knew they wouldn't give up so easily.

We had also gone to college together and he had known Robert too. “What brings you in, Blake?” Charles Roberts M.D asked me. He had a thing about the M.D behind his name and he got constant flak from all of us about it. “Swollen lymph nodes, pain in my neck, trouble swallowing every now and then, it’s not persistent but I’ve had a cough for the last two days,” I said as he looked at me, taking notes of my symptoms. “I’m thinking thyroidism.” Charles gave me a physical and then sat on the edge of his desk and looked at me. “I think you should go see David.”

Pathetic. My penthouse is just like a tomb. Of course, expensive, the best of its kind, but cold. Too cold for my liking. Everything exactly the way I left it this morning, which is how I left it yesterday, and the day before. No life, none of importance. I hate it. But I'll prefer this to surrounding myself with fools. My briefcase slips from my hand, hits the marble island with a crack that echoes through the goddamn floor. I loosen my tie. Still uncomfortable, I rip the fucker off completely and throw it on the couch.

The monster recoiled slightly, clearly averse to the light. "That’s it!" Bima gasped. "Light! And high-frequency vibrations!" "System, you said its weaknesses are light and high-frequency vibrations! How do I make a vibration?!" Bima asked internally, struggling to stay focused despite his weakened state. [System Suggestion: Use the First Aid Kit! The flashlight in the kit produces high-frequency sounds that can temporarily drive away the Slime Lurker (BOSS Level)!] [Mission 'Find Medical Supplies Quickly' – First Aid Kit acquired!]

And don't ever come knocking on my door like this again. I moved to close the door. Sally grabbed my hand and locked his eyes on mine. His expression shifted from guilt to anger to disbelief. "Are you serious right now? Gia? If you're upset because I hit you, I'll apologize. Don't you think you're being a little extreme? Have you thought about what happens when you regret this?" "I won't regret it." "Why?" He was barely keeping his temper in check. "Just because I accidentally slapped you?" I looked him dead in the eye. "Sì. Just because of a slap."