Junko Novels & Stories

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Mia's pov Two days ago after I have been trapped in this basement lab, Chick the supposed Zombie king was sent in to see me. I guessed it to be that they've confirmed me to be Raven. “Why do they call you the Zombie king? Because to me, I think you to be human” I asked him when I spotted he was mixing strange portions. He's a scientist from the looks of things. "I'm a human, you are right but I'm able to control the mad zombies" he responded

I smile absently Tracing her face with my thumb. Jane must have noticed this because she lean over to get a better look at the picture. I heard her snort. " Who is she? You know her ? " She asked. I turn to her smiling " sure, who wouldn't know Jillian Don " She gasp " oh , the model from Claw foot club? " I nodded " Yes " i smile looking away. " But what is so funny about her ? " " No , i just remembered the way she made me feel in bed "

Very fancy, consider me impressed. He stepped aside slightly, leaving me just enough room to exit the door without touching him, and cocked his head towards the end of the room. I began walking towards a cleaning station, complete with a large stainless steal sink, cabinetry, bench space and inbuilt hoses. I shuddered at the thought of why such facilities would be needed inside the pack dungeon.

Bo said seriously. “Really? And what do you know about Jericho?” “Jericho is this crazy ass white dude that always gets the job done. He doesn’t even blink, man. He kills you so quick you don’t even know you dead,” he said and I laughed. “Word is he’s ice cold too, doesn’t feel a thing and he can get real creative. You know him?” “Yeah, I know him,” I said. “His last job paid nine hundred.” Bo’s eyes widened in shock. “No shit? Nine hundred? Damn, man.”

“Bad, queen Luna. Really bad. She couldn’t even speak when I found her because she was beaten so badly. All the medical records are with Junk though.” “Junk?” “Yeah. Uncle Jett. I mashed it together and came up with Junk and it stuck. Ivana calls him Junk too.” I started laughing and Jaxon stopped and stared at me. “What is making my queen laugh like a little schoolgirl?” “Ask Joshua what he calls your brother.” I said amused. Jaxon looks at Joshua. “Junk. It’s a mash up of Jett and Uncle. It stuck.” He said with his cheeks clearly warming.

Fear. Taking some gentle but précised steps back, her feet touched something that was buried under the dried leaf which carpeted the floor of the forest. Her stomach knotted. The object looked like a skull, perhaps, the skull of a baby that had died here. She picked the object but frowned from the rotten flesh that glued her hands. The eyes and mouth were gone, and what remains of the ear were at the mercies of some decomposing worms. Ejima steadied her grip on the object, placing them perfectly on her sling. She has not used something this heavy on her sling before, but what other option does she have?

Jesse turned the lights on then shrugged off his jacket to hang it up on the coat rack beside the door. K also handed her parka to Jesse, then turned away to walk towards his compact office desk beside the huge sliding glass window. Manila folders, billing envelopes and some documents were haphazardly stacked above the desk. And on the far edge against the wall, there was a cute bobblehead figure of Morrissey. K picked it up and looked at it, smiling. "I love this!" She turned to look at Jesse.

He paused for a minute then sighed. “Dillion was going through the files we brought from Mendoza’s compound and found out who his dealer is.” I waited for him to tell me. “Well, who the fuck is it?” He took a deep breath. “It is Joseph King, the leader of the Suicide Kings.” I inhaled deeply and then let it out slowly. The Suicide Kings were the only gang in New York that was bigger than ours. Joseph King was a badass and I realized that I may have just made a deal with the devil.

Pandora Being named after the one woman who unleashed the darkness and evil beings into our world just simply opening a box has never been easy, especially when I need to meet new people. They hesitate to talk to me and even look at me or towards me. I've heard rumors that I'm a witch's hybrid with a wolf, that I was cursed when I was born, and even that I was cursed because I tried to seduce the mate of a powerful witch, but none of this is true, and it also makes no sense, I never crossed the boundaries of the lands of the pack. But even if these unfounded rumors amuse me, after all, we realize how far people's imagination scans, I have my responsibilities, such as: doing my homework, afte