Pest X Poob Novels & Stories

Pox sighed and his stomach growled, the hunger he is feeling right now propelled his legs to walk towards Peppa and Rony’s Food Go. *** While Pox is waiting for his order, he decided to call Ember again. But instead of Ember, someone else answered the call. “Who is this? Why do you keep calling my daughter?” “Oh…” Pox let out an awkward chuckle. “Mrs. December, this is Pox…” “Frogs? Are you fooling me, boy?” “Pox, Mrs. December. It’s Pox!” Pox said in a loud voice.

I’m placed on the bed and I can feel him watching me, his fingers combing my hair off my face. Then he sighs quietly and I hear him move away. “I purchased some food from Drake’s Chicken Place. It was poisoned, get to the bottom of it for me.” His voice is icy as he speaks through the phone. I can’t hear what the other person is saying, but Zion is pacing now. “From what it looks like it does appear to be one of the Arkan’s own poisons, 2OX-Z1. I’m certain of it.”

Preslie asked looked deeply interested in my answer. I gave her a flat look. "Good one. We should make a documentary out of it." "Splendid idea-now can we get in the car?" - "Preslie." "What are you waiting for, Liza. Let's go!" "Preslie." "I think I'm going to go for cheese-I don't really like pepperoni." She dramatically stroked her chin, feigning being in deep thought. "Preslie." "Did you know that Pab's has really good peach smoothies all year around?" Preslie grinned as she looked at herself through her phone camera and powdered her nose.

"The controlling shares are still in my hands! You're nothing but a puppet!" Seeing Peter unmoved, Grandma grabbed an antique vase from the coffee table and hurled it at him. She roared, "I won't repeat myself again! I said get on your knees!"

§ ABID § Me and Trex were standing in P**e’s Peri Peri, munching on 4 Extra Hot Chicken XL burgers each. P**es served by far the sexiest takeout food in the whole of Birmingham. We had such big fucking appetites, and we ate like fat bastards in public, not caring what people thought of us. Other people hardly managed to stomach one chicken wrap. Pussies. “Fuck, man,” Trex moaned. “I really fucking needed that food. I can’t remember the last time I fucking ate at Pepes.”

Peabody asked as I gathered everything on a tray. I chuckled as I looked over the tray, ” Ah, naw. This is for Penelope, she’s awake.” “Is she? How is she feeling?” " In her words -like shit,” I said steadily placing items on the tray. “I can imagine, she’s been through a lot in one fucking night,” Peabody took a deep breath and shook his head. He doesn’t like violence of any kind but this one hits home for him. “Yeah, so I wasn’t sure of what she wanted or what she could eat, ya know due to...,”

My mother has a strange obsession with cleanliness. Everything has to be scrubbed down with bleach before she considers it clean. I know full well how damaging bleach fumes are to the lungs, and I pull up research to talk her out of it. She finally stops. But then, my brother catches an infectious disease, and a doctor recommends disinfecting the floors with bleach. She turns on me immediately, screaming that if she hadn't listened to my nonsense, my brother never would've gotten sick. My brother hears this from her every single day and takes it to heart. When his condition gets worse, he pushes me off the top of a building. Maybe even God can't stand how unfairly I died, because I come

It was different from the color of the flesh on his neck. Baby Robbie immediately cried aloud when he saw Zechariah, “Ack!” Jay turned his head to look at Baby Robbie, the surprise in his eyes not dissipating. “Have you seen this poison before?” Jay asked. Baby Robbie explained, “I’ve heard of it, but I’ve never seen it in person before.” “Tell me more.” “They call it the Phiz Poison. The poisoned person’s face will gradually turn from green to black. When their face turns black, even the best doctors on the planet wouldn’t be able to heal them.”

The door creaked open, and Coby strode in, his smug smile already working its way under my skin. “Alpha Xavier,” he drawled, his tone soaked in false respect. I didn’t bother hiding my irritation. “Coby,” I said curtly. “What brings you here?” No small talk. I wasn’t in the mood. He sank into the chair across from me without an invitation, his smirk widening as if he owned the room. “I’m here about the poison outbreak,” he said, leaning back casually. Of course. I kept my tone neutral, even as I studied him. “A tragedy,” I said, folding my hands on the desk. “We’re working hard to find the culprit.”

" Phoebe limply raised her right hand. There was a ring on her index finger. She could control the ring and extend a spike that was half an inch long. There was a blood stain on the spike. Gerald then remembered that she'd used this hand to shake hands with Woody. "Hahaha, looks like you've figured it out!" Phoebe laughed even more viciously. "But it's too late! Our very own poison from Greka has no antidote. "You brat, you'll be dead in just one hour and 45 minutes!"