Mr Tumnus Novels & Stories

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20 years ago, the general manager of the 19 mining areas in Pearson Town was a ruthless character who killed without blinking—a bald, tattooed man known as Turbo. "How easy you've made my job! Save me from having to look everywhere." In the small area near the entrance to the residential area, Turbo laughed heartily and lunged forward in one step, grabbing Darius' wife by the throat. He ordered angrily, "Take me to your house, now!"

(Orthum Bronzehammer) “Anyway….so…why you all wanted to meet me?…” Orthum Bronzehammer, is once known to me as Lieutenant Orthum, or in the Special Force Squad that are under me, we called him, Crazy Hammer, it is because, he was known to be a close quarter combatant, that always brings an oversized hammer to combat with him an he absolutely pummeled his enemy to mashes. He is quite a crazy one, but when he isn’t a crazy bastard that is bloodthirsty, he is a very capable Lieutenant, with good leadership capability and work ethics. He retired from the Military because he got severely injured, broke his spine whilst fighting alone again a few Beholder monsters. So, I trained and then handed hi

I could hear a thump and I feel a smile start to appear on my face. Walking inside, I see my cousin Jackson standing over my special guest. Andrew Mack. A cook who works at the Romani's. I had my boys go and pick him up when night when he was walking to his car alone. He's been here for about three days and so far hasn't had anything to drink or eat. His body is getting weaker by the minute and I just want to crush his spirit. I want him to get his hopes up and then kill them. I want to see his face light up and then go pale. I want him to suffer.

~~18 years old~~ Trevor alighted from the old beat-up truck he often drove and sprinted inside the clinic. He halted by the reception desk and puffed out a breath whilst holding his side. The blonde sitting in the tiny cubicle tilted her slender brows as she stared at him. "I am Trevor Williamson. My mom is here." The receptionist, whose name on her badge reads Charity nodded. She fixed the glasses she had slid down her nose to assess the boy who looked to be in his late teenage years back to her face.

Though they were no longer together, he still felt the wave of what they had in the past sweeping through him. " Tamina. " He muttered. When Ruckus had brought Tamina moments in the past , he had not believed him when he said that he was going to make sure that Tamina suffered. Badmus could not have brought himself to even think tyst Ruckus would go to the extent of actually torturing her. According to him, there was no way Badmus would be able to withstand the torment of having to watch Tamina suffer. Whatever it was that he was hiding from him, he would definitely spill it.

,, Taapur asked and Abhimanyu glanced at the kids through the mirror Mum ! I'm on hunger strike ..... ,, Tanush said and Taarush smiled softly and took chocolate bar from his mother's hand Bhai ! You can't eat chocolate ... ,, Tanush spoke shockingly Why ? .... ,, Taarush made an innocent face Because I'm on hunger strike .... ,, Tanush high up his small pointed nose in the air Exactly because you are on strike . I'm not . So stop dragging me in it .... ,, Taarush pointed out and Tanush huffed dramatically

monitoring my actions. Which makes me wonder why they're watching me.....do I look weird? I shrugged that thought from my mind. I cleared my throat quietly. "Sir, what is it that you wanted us to discuss?" I asked him. He smirked "well first things first, call me Mr knights" he said, I nod in affirmation. "So, I will be honest with you" he paused looking at me, I don't know why but he's looking at me. "We don't need a cook" he said.

“Look, you’re mad. Punch me.” “I think getting physical doesn’t suit my temper,” I said. “You’re petty. This is low.” “You haven’t seen her being petty yet,” another voice broke into our conversation. The owner of the voice walked down the stairs, black almond-shaped eyes looked down amused. He was half Korean, nicknamed Misha. His birth name was Gun Min He. He was the oldest member of KJM, having quit the FBI four years ago to work with us. With a lean, muscular figure and a height of about 5’8”, he had a presence that commanded attention.

My genius. "They’re calm today," I noted as he approached, his white coat stained with blotches of dried fluids. He, too, wore a look of pride—like a man who believed he had created perfection. He wasn’t entirely wrong. But he wasn’t the mind behind it all. That was me. "That’s because of the new serum I developed," He said coolly, motioning toward the cages. "Watch this." He turned toward the beasts, eyes flickering with excitement. Then he issued a single command through the mind-link: “Growl.”