Gersang Novels & Stories

"You'll do fine, Kamara." Busiswa assured me through the phone . I was already imagining the worst case scenario. Waking up late. Forgetting my name when asked to introduce myself to the class, tripping and falling flat on the floor in the hall ... Making a huge mess of things with my silence. Being too weird to fit in . Oh, I could go on and on.

She then set the herb bundle alight too, letting it smoulder for a minute before she blew the flames out. The brunette slowly started to walk around the tree, wafting the sage around, reciting a purification spell as she did so “Smoke of Sage , purify and cleanse this tree of any and all bad energies”. Sage scented smoke curled around the tree and where it landed on the blood stains, they glowed briefly and then vanished. Lena buried the sage at the base, blew out the candles and popped them into her bag. She shouldered it and walked away from the former crime scene.

2026. PRESENT. SEOUL. HELL MORGATHOR PRISON. ☠️ SORA ☠️ ‘Hell Morgathor prison’ is carved in front of the gate, with a skeleton head that’s meant to signify death. The detective gets verified, and the gate opens wide to let us in.

This place seems far from home, and I furrow my brows as Sinclair jerks his head towards me. Landing safely on my feet; I remove the helmet, fix my hair, and meet Sinclair's gaze with lifted brows. "Um... What are we doing here?" I question as I give him the helmet, and he chuckles, fixing it into place before getting off 6je bike to lean against it instead; his arms crossed against his chest as he says, "I told you already, Little Greene. We are going to fix that problem between your thighs. " The idea has me clenching my thighs— a movement that doesn't escape Sinclair's gaze, and he smirks at me before grabbing my hand, and pulling me along.

“Someone paid her last night to distract you.” “The guy driving a blue Camaro?” “That’s where it gets interesting.” He rubbed the pad of his thumb over his stubble. “Blue Camaro guy is your guy at the cafe.” “Fucking knew it.” I wanted to punch my fist in the air. My gut had always been right. Every damn time. Adelar Garnier, fifty-eight years old, Chairman of Garnier Trading - a company that ships mineral fuels to Asia - a widower with two sons, Adan and Albert. He retired about five years ago, letting his sons manage his company.

File: SONJA PETERS Age: 38 Background: Black belts in Hapkido and Karate. Specialty: Linguistics and Communications. Note: Mother of two. Unconfirmed if she can still kick a man through drywall. The black SUV rolled to a stop outside Oxford Falls Grammar, nestled among eucalyptus and neat hedges. Sun flared between gum leaves, throwing coins of light across varnished walkways and polished trophy cases that gleamed through the glassy admin block. A kookaburra heckled from a light pole. The air smelled of fresh-cut grass and teenage rebellion—perfume, deodorant, turf, copier toner, and the faint metallic tang of goalposts baking in heat.

Stefan covered his ears tightly tonight. Even though it was late, the shrieks of insults still managed to reach him, but he simply ignored them. He was staying up late, busy tinkering with his phone to design a sophisticated program to boost incoming orders. He named the program SJ-Gacor—"S" for his own name, and "J" for John. [10% ...] [35% ...] [60% ...] [100% ...]

The bartender immediately jumps up and it's him, the guy who sounds exactly like Justin Bieber. "Oh, hi again." He says with a smile. "I'm trying to remember your name." I snap my fingers continuously trying to remember. It's something I do when I want to remember something. "Why is it Justin that's coming to my bloody mind?" He laughs. "Joshua, Harding, Joshua Harding." "Yes!" Goodness, that was a loud "yes" I am drunk. "How have you been?" "Nothing much, just working, trying to survive. Sorry about what happened to your boyfriend?"

When Don saw Phelan, his eyes burned with hate. He bellowed—a sound that was somewhere between a yell, a moo, and a really loud belch. “Hey, Phelan,” She then shouted back. “Didn't I kill you already?” He pounded his fist into the dress she wore, and it crumpled like aluminum foil. A few dracaenae threw flaming javelins at her. She knocked them aside. A hellhound lunged, and she sidestepped. She could have stabbed it, but She hesitated. “This is not Mrs. O'Leary”, Don said to himself. This is an untamed wolf. It will kill me and all my friends.

On getting outside Gemini took her SUV and made her way to silverhound, she chose silverhound because it's the baddest building ever, the owner is Jerome although a little bit old he has all the underground beneath him meaning anyone he like gets accepted underground and above ground. Silverhound underground club Jerome just left the room where half naked girls are packing the cocaine when a notification entered his phone, initially he did not check it, and after making sure all was okay he went to his office overlooking the wrestling area with a bird eyes view , he sat down on his chair and then checked the notification and immediately stiffened.