Dust Comic Novels & Stories

The urn fell from his hands and crashed into the floor, causing my ashes to scatter everywhere. His smirk now malicious, Dominic said, "Oops! Sorry about that. It slipped from my hands." After that, he stuck out a foot and began grinding my ashes down. My breath was hitched in my throat as I met Dominic's eyes, which were devoid of any mirth. I opened my mouth, yet I couldn't make a sound. Only when my ashes were completely ground into the gaps between the tiles and mixed with the dust did Dominic retract his foot. There was a pleased look on his face.

Danielle was peeling an apple for her, Marie smelled of fresh laundry detergent, and Thomas was telling a terrible, corny joke. That was everything she remembered. That was her whole world, the year she turned six.

Noah held out his hand to help his father up. Dustin crashed with the pile of rubble before it crushed him underneath. The dust made it hard to see Dustin. The world went serene for a moment except for Ophelia’s loud heartbeats. She thought it ended, that he was lying in the end. He is just a human who died under the rubble. She didn’t get to celebrate for long when she heard the rustling from his direction. Dustin was a silhouette behind the dust. Ophelia swore she saw him smirk.

Her eyes followed the illustrations he made. “These are the men you’re gonna meet, over here is Dust, this is Dino, an underdog of a man(unknown) we don’t know who is working for yet, the man that wants you, I don’t think he wants you dead, else you would’ve been killed.” Eve listened as he explain, the name of Dust making her stomach churn. “I didn’t have a nightmare last night.” She thought out loud. “I didn’t see heard his laughter or feel his hands around my neck. How come? Why?” Wesley dropped his pen and watched her.

A young man carrying an uncle walking around the store, this scene can not help but be a little funny, some watching the drinkers are laughing, Xiao Dust feel full of embarrassment, but was pressed by the other side and can not make force, busy: "that that, uncle, do not play, I will give this bead to you ...... " On the other side, Tactile Hitomi and Dusty Non-Flower exchanged a glance and shook their heads with a bitter smile, they could naturally see that this drunken weirdo would not hurt anyone and did not have any malicious intent. "Uh ......" the drunkard hiccuped, rolled over, came up to Xiao Chuan's face, and said with a smile, "This bead, a gift for your lover?" "Uh ......" Xiao Du

He said while smiling widely. "You must be special." He said while looking at my eyes and still smiling. Special my ass. That guy just enjoys pissing me off because I'm not scared to fight him or anything like the other girls who can't even approach him. I just don't want to be involved with him. "Hey, who's available right now?" Our attention went to Dusty who just arrived near the door of the classroom. He still got some paint on his cheeks and he's sweating buckets. Is he playing with the paint or something? How did he get paint on his cheeks like that?

asked the handsome uncle. Crystal nodded and he stood up to walk to Pidge who was astonished then he sits next to her. His strong shoulder brushed hers. The strong fragrance of his perfume hit directly her nose and she was in a dilemma. "Here she is..." Say Hi..." said Maddox. The moment he turned the camera towards her, Crystal let out a low gasp and smiled widely. "Hello, my name is Crystal Dasher. I'm the only girl in my family except for my mother. Well, she technically isn't counted because she is an adult. You would want to know about my favourites and dislikes, right?"

The rest left as they didn't get paid much. I teased him. "Anytime, Dusty." He moved his face from the screen and squinted his eyes at me. "Okay, never call me Dusty." He laughed. "Alright Dusty, "I said with an innocent smile. "Fine, call me Dusty, but never call me that in public." He warned me, then he stood up after checking his phone. "I must leave now, see you tomorrow, Lav," he said, and I waved at him. He left me with the empty pizza box and the laptop.

He was unhappy with the other party taking action by themselves, but he could not go against the Spada Guild by himself, so he could only bear with it. “We’re not burning bridges. We’re simply telling you that this has nothing to do with your profession. Your skill is nothing but a letdown,” Manta said flatly. Dustin was always full of himself and thought that his engraving was amazing. “What do you mean? Do you look down on me?” Dustin frowned unhappily.

Hey, muse squad! You know me—always chasing the story, stirring the pot, and spilling the tea. Well, this time, I’ve traded the hustle and bustle of the big city for the charm (and dust) of a tiny town in South Texas called Dusty Creek. 🌵 Why, you ask? Because even in a place where tumbleweeds outnumber traffic lights, there’s a story worth telling. From its quirky locals to its hidden secrets, I’ll be uncovering what makes Dusty Creek tick—and trust me, it’s not just the fried everything at the county fair.