Dust Comic Novels & Stories

Nothing else mattered. The club was already buzzing. I walked through the back entrance, keeping my head down. A huge dancer bumped into me. "Watch it, new kid," he said. "I don't know who's cracking your ass, but you better not get in my way." "Sorry," I said. "You're new and you already got a private session." He looked me up and down. "Careful, boy. You don't want to make enemies." He walked away. I got to my dressing room. A few minutes later, the door opened.

"We couldn't reach you, Mr. Johannson. Please look at Ms. Ziegler's announcement. She's revoked all authorization for the cosmetics patents!" "All factories have stopped production now. Clients have been calling nonstop, demanding deliveries." "Please make a decision soon, Mr. Johannson. With a production line this huge, we'd be losing millions even if we stopped production for a day." The latest messages from the finance department included a link. "Mr. Johannson, Ms. Ziegler just released this. People online are talking about your… affair now. Several of our other projects have already been suspended." Christian clicked on the link, and it led to the most popular post online. The title rea

No! He refused to believe these! He still believed that I was the one who killed Holly. It was pouring. Brandon ran in the rain. “Mr. Fuller, where are you going?” His assistant chased behind him. “You have gastritis. You can’t be in the rain. You’ll be sick! Come back. I brought an umbrella for you!” However, Brandon did not turn around. The rain was cooling the irritation in him. In the security control room, Brandon roared at the workers.

Who are you to insult me? With that, he balled his fist and hammered it into Leah's shoulder and chest. Each punch hit with a dull, heavy sound. Leah's body rocked with each blow, but she didn't move. She didn't even raise a hand to protect herself. She just sat there stiffly, letting his fists land on her. Her expression was frozen, as if the one being beaten wasn't her. "I'm pathetic? How much better are you?" Dexter shouted as he punched, his tears pouring out. They were no longer a sign of weakness but a pure release of emotional collapse.