Dust Comic Novels & Stories

He chuckled, “Well. Go ahead and prove them wrong.” Hazel eyed her longtime friend with renewed respect, “You are an asshole.” Though Dustin did not know why she said that but for some odd reason he could not hold back his grin. “No. Really, Dustin. You always kick my butt whenever I need it the most.” Dustin bowed his head for the best compliment paid to him in the shittiest way, “But what I could not understand is… How come you were nauseated and what about those puking episodes whenever you smelled coffee? Or early morning nausea…” Dustin was confused.

The rest of his words were cut off. Dylan's fist slammed into his abdomen. His hands tightly gripped Jeffery's tie, pulling it upwards as he coldly warned: "Watch your filthy mouth. The disgusting one here is a piece of trash like you." Jeffery clutched his stomach, groaning. Following Dylan's force, he slid down against the streetlight behind him. Dylan's eyes were cold as he looked down at him: "I hope you know that Naomi has always been exceptional. "It's not for others to gossip about.

I hit accept, and he did not waste any time. [Wanna hang out tomorrow?] I shot back a GIF of a kitten giving a big exaggerated head nod. If we were doing that matchmaking dance, I had to come clean about everything with Charles. It was only fair. If he had a problem with it, then that was where we drew the line. After I closed the chat, that pinned profile picture kept lighting up with new messages. The notification bubble was screaming 99+. All from Charles. I did not even bother to open them—just blocked and deleted them. If I could not see it, it could not bug me.

Her stare is blank, her pupils huge. He turned to us, his hand reaching into his front pocket. His hand shoots out, throwing gold dust into the air aimed directly at us. Collectively, the local werecats recoil like a vampire in the sun. Chaos reigns momentarily as we all dodge the dust. The customers look appalled at the particles of gold that could end any of our lives. Thankfully, gold has weight so it doesn’t linger in the air, within seconds the dust settles to the floor. We jump as the door slams shut. The female is still standing there, nodding and smiling, absolutely no clue that her date has run out on her.

She had to listen to him without looking at him. “I would, except I don’t know where the beginning really is.” He chuckled. “Have you heard the term star dust?” “Yes,” Kristen replied as she looked up and could see him there with her, but it was like he wasn’t right there in front of her either. “Aren’t we all made up of star dust?” “No.” He replied. “Some of us are more than just that.” “I don’t understand.” She replied as she looked back at the picture in her lap. “Why do I feel so different with this one picture?”

He had dirty blonde hair that faded into brown and grey eyes. He was putting on a blue dress shirt, and just like mine, the first few buttons were undone, showcasing his toned chest. He must work out a lot. He probably wouldn't have been so bad if he didn't lust after minors. "We all had plans to come to this club after school," I continued explaining, hoping to catch his interest with my fake story. "But when it was time, they suddenly had one thing or the other to do. I didn't even get to change into the pretty dress I brought with me."

"You think you're in a position to negotiate?" He sliced the top button off my blouse, his leer sickening. "Maybe we'll have some fun first. Or I could carve up this kid and toss him to the dogs." Their laughter grated like nails on a chalkboard. I curled up, terrified, until I caught Hannah stirring. Her eyes flicked to a fire axe propped in the corner. Taking the hint, I shrugged off my shirt to distract them. Mike pulled me close, his rancid breath grazing my neck. Just then, Hannah lunged. The axe arced through the air, burying into Mike's back with a sickening crunch.

"She doesn't look sorry at all." Gritting her teeth, Vivian slapped Desiree across the face twice. Then, she turned to Wendy and said, "Desiree's an immature girl. Please don't pay her any attention." Wendy just took Liam's hand and turned to leave. Vivian followed closely behind them. Smiling obsequiously, she said, "You must be thirsty, Wendy. I can buy you a smoothie if you'd like." Wendy rolled her eyes. "I'm tired," she declared. "I want you to carry me on your back."

Dustin would not let this slide, so it would be better for them to leave. Ace understood what he meant and immediately attacked Howard. But Howard easily parried his attack. Even so, Metal Mask used the chance to run in the other direction. When Dustin saw this, his face turned cold. Whoosh! He charged forward like a cannonball and went after Metal Mask. No matter what, he would not spare Metal Mask. He was a Martial Saint. He might be one of the core members who brought about the destruction of the Fox family. The martial artists had still not recovered from their shock, even after Dustin vanished. All of them were still talking about his achievement.