Duck Dodgers 404 Novels & Stories

"Kitchen door.. Help me check if it's open." At that rotten moment, Luke stumbled in, a puzzled look on his face. "Urm.. Guys? The back door's open and the lock is on the floor. Also, the Wi-Fi was disconnected and Mr Hamilton complained about seeing someone sneaking on the house." Seeing my stricken expression, he continued," it gets worse. I found a letter tucked underneath the door." "what does it say? " Liz said, taking Becca's arm and leading her to the sofa. " Not much. It says ' game on. '"

I blinked a few times just to check if I am not just seeing things. Could it really be… "Doom?" I blurted out suddenly. I covered my mouth, as an instinctive response. I was hesitant to approach him because it seems to me that he was resting. I don't want to disturb him. I heaved a deep sigh as I stepped back and started retreating from my position. I gave a glance for one last time, but I was frozen on the spot and stared with wide eyes to find out that Doom was not there anymore.

With a grimace, I shoved him away as hard as I could. “Absolutely not,” I said, dusting myself off. “I don’t even know you, and frankly, I already think you’re a creep.” Lucas’s lips curved, although I could see the faint flicker of fear in his eyes. “I was only joking.” “If it were a joke, then at least one of us would be laughing, Lucas.” We both turned at the sound of a male voice. There, at the end of the hall, approached another young man—this one with a buzzed head and a spiraling tattoo peeking out of the collar of his shirt.

"Flynn." "I'm here." Thankfully, I made a different choice. Thankfully, in this life, we didn't miss each other.

After accidentally discovering that my boss owes loan sharks 50 million dollars, I start scrambling for a way out of my contract with the company. Just as I'm wondering what to do, a string of comments suddenly appears before my eyes. "Poor Lindsay. That idiot boss of hers plans to use the company's livestream to launder money and pay off his debt." "The moment she goes live, the entire sum becomes her personal liability!" I'm the company's cash cow, trapped in an ironclad contract, yet I don't have a shred of evidence to take to the police. Just then, Tasha Moore, one of the company's rookie streamers, walks over with a sweet smile and hands me a glass of water. "Lindsay, I heard you'