Novel & Cerita Loco Punch Say Yes

*punch* "Stop, you're hurting him," Amara screamed, her hands shaking as shuffled from one foot to another. "No." *punch* "One." *punch* "Please stop, Dalton. That's enough," Amara cried, begging me to stop. "Touches." *punch* "My wife." *punch* "Like that." *punch* "And." *punch* "Gets." *punch* "Away." *punch* "With it." *punch*

Helga asked Patrice as they were drinking a cup of tea in the café where Helga is working. Patrice decided to head off to Helga’s work to deliver her the good news: The news that she punched L right in the nose. Patrice smiled at the shocked expression of her friend. It was obviously shown in her face that she couldn’t believe that Patrice did such crime on L’s perfect nose. “You punched whose what?!” Helga asked again to clarify what she heard. Patrice nodded at her friend. “Yes you heard it right.” She said nodding and grinning. “I punched Lance Kim’s nose.” She said slower making Helga’s eyes almost bulge off their orbits.

Turning back to face me, “No good?” He shook his head, “I’ll sleep on the couch.” He sighed, “I’ll be fine. I was a boyscout.” Triston pressed his eyes closed. “Let’s get ready for dinner.”

Standing up in anger, “Watch that mouth of yours, Miss. Bush, I am warning you.” “Or else what?” Grace stood up as well, facing Lora head-on. “You fire me? Go ahead, I am not scared of getting thrown out. Am sick and tired of having rich motherfuckers like you and that round breast frog messing with me; if getting fired means I have to be free of you guys, then by all means, don’t let me stop you, L…ora.” "What!?' Lora gasped in shock as she watched Grace, "Are cursing at me?"

I prepared a punch for him and as soon as he spun me around, I made sure I hit him square in the jaw. He groaned out in pain a bit then began to smile. "Be my soulmate?" He said with a glint that I could I ly describe as maniacal in his eyes. "You are… creepy." I said with furrowed brows. Whose response to a punch was 'Be my soulmate'? "Don't ever pull me like that again or next time you'll be on the fucking floor." With that I walked away. "What is she, some kind of MMA fighter?" I heard him groan in pain as I stalked off.

“Mr. Loving, the termination paperwork is all set. Once you sign here, we’ll release the venue for public booking.” Taken aback, Sarah grabbed my arm. “Termination? I told you that I was using the venue. You have paid the deposit. How can you just cancel out of nowhere?” After prying her fingers off me indifferently, I took the pen from the coordinator and signed my name there and then. “James!” Sarah was exasperated. “Do you have to push things so far?” “The venue has been cancelled.” I tossed the pen back to the coordinator and stared at the ashen-looking pair.