I'm Still Standing Bruno Novels & Stories

It was impatient, but cautious. Storm walked to the door and opened it halfway. The man who stood outside was tall but unremarkable, a gray suit, a thin tie, the kind of face that could disappear in a crowd. His hair was thinning, his expression tense. “Miss Storm,” he said with a quick nod. “My name is Bruno. Mr. Antonio sent me.” She stepped aside to let him in. “Come in.” Bruno hesitated only when his eyes found Ark. The change in his demeanor was instant, his composure faltered, his movements grew tighter, like prey realizing too late that it had stepped into a predator’s den.

I snarled, closing the distance between us. Instead of the expected anger, Bruno erupted into laughter so sudden and hearty that it left me momentarily bewildered. I had anticipated a furious response, not this bizarre pleasure. "What's so funny?" I questioned, my confusion evident on my face. He glanced briefly in my direction before emitting an ominous chuckle. Setting his cup down on the table, he rose from his seat and approached me with his hands thrust deep into his pockets. Pausing for a moment, he locked eyes with me, and our silent standoff continued. Then, he spoke up with an air of odd warning.

he says. I gritted my teeth. I stood up, moving to Bruno's side. With the final kick, Bruno was lying on the floor. “Bruno, what's wrong? What did you do to him?” I asked Steve at the top of my voice. “What do you think I did to him?” He asked back. Bruno's body was cold. He was covered in sweat. His chest was hard as I rubbed my hands around it. I laid on his chest and then checked his breath by putting my ear in his mouth and nose. He was still breathing.

************** *LORENZO* The evil fucker whirls around to face me. He blanches in shock and jumps back, gaping at me, sweat beading on his pale bald pate. His thin-faced friend also steps back and holds up his hands, his lips twitching. He looks like a fucking rodent, drowning in his oversize parka. The urge to pull the trigger is overwhelming. I have to fight every instinct to stop myself. Julio is watching me, his eyes focused, weighing me up. Will I shoot? Do I have the balls?

After that half-hour torture, Jon meekly said: "Maybe it would really be easier to kill them all." Nio laughed and told him to fuck off. The next morning, they looked for accommodation, but it was not an easy task. As soon as Nio mentioned Shieena, the lodgings became inaccessible. They were getting nervous and frustrated. After buying food at the market, they sat on a bench in the central square when a human woman approached them. "You're him, aren't you?": she said, looking at Nio. "Him?": Nio asked. "The Sunbringer.": the woman said.

“I’m looking for you. Gusto ko ng coffee.” “I didn’t know our boss doesn’t know how to make his own coffee,” sabi ni Lance. Sarcastic rin, pero hindi pinansin ni Gabriel. All he did was look at him with fire in his eyes. I felt offended. I feel like I’m in prison. I looked like I’m an animal in a circus that when commanded to perform, I would do it in an instant and can’t do anything to resist. I did not wait for my order to be served. I just stood up.

Bruno stood in front of the couch, taking off his jacket and tossing it onto the couch. "You're back," Lizzie's voice trembled slightly, she instinctively took a step back. "Don't you want to see me come back?" Bruno took a step closer. Lizzie shook her head, "No, I didn't mean that." With such a huge scandal, it would be strange if he didn't come back. Bruno stood in front of her, raising his hand, "Are you going to hit me?" Lizzie frowned, fear in her eyes.

"It's fine. Don't worry about it." I sidestepped him and ran toward the group of people leaving the tennis courts. Jedediah instinctively raised his hand, then stopped himself mid-motion. At 6'2", Bruno stood out in the crowd. He was walking at the back, his hair a little long, casually tied back. His forehead was damp with sweat, and he casually ran his fingers through it, revealing his delicate features. But his expression was cold, giving off an unapproachable vibe. Except during tennis practice, no one really wanted to walk next to him.

“No moping around.” I blinked. “What?” “Confidence and strength,” he said simply. “Don’t let them see you slip. Ever. A weakling is a prey. And I don’t date preys.” I snorted. “Oh, please. You sound like a motivational poster.” His lips curved, faint but undeniable. “Then maybe it’s working.” I glared at him, but before I could respond, a flash of movement caught my eye. Bruno. He stood just inside the café, his jaw tight, his posture rigid. His gaze locked on me, then flicked to Adrian, and I swear I saw his ego crack right there in the middle of the room.