Pest X Poob Novels & Stories

One sip from it, make her start coughing loudly. “What the fuck is that?” she asked with a teary eye. “I call it life, it has a way of messing up if you don't take it easy, but it a great relaxing therapy once you understand its tactics,” I said pushing the hit back to her lips, she inhaled it, gently this time and didn't cough or have any discomfort. “That's my girl, now tell me why you think Ghost killed your parents,” I said while sipping from whiskey, the burnt sensation from the back of my throat mixed with the hit was making me feel light-headed. I gave her the remaining hit which she was sipping bit by bit.

I shivered in a weird way, but brushed it off and let him be. Third person's point of view. >09:01am<< Rob puffed out some air after he checked the time, he looked at his boss through the rearview mirror, and cleared his throat to get his (his boss's) attention. “Sir, where are we going?” he asked. There was no response from his boss for a few seconds. “Yummy Kiss.” “Yummy Kiss?” Rob asked, this wasn't the response he was expecting. “Is there a problem?” his boss asked.

“Jesus, we’re disgusting.” “Look at this mess,” I wheezed, gesturing weakly at the stains on the carpet, the twisted blanket, my thighs shiny with both of us. “Mom’s gonna think I spilled an entire bottle of lube.” He wiped his dick on the edge of the blanket, still chuckling. “Worth it. Ten out of ten, would ruin your childhood bedroom again.”

[The Amalgam Throne] Ang bawat piraso ng aking pagkatao ay tila pinipilas ng isang libong mayayabang na boltahe, isang lason na direktang dumadaloy sa pinakamalalim na bahagi ng aking utak. In this sub-network graveyard, the stench of fossilized data and ozone was overwhelming, a toxic swamp where old ghosts came to feed on our desperation. We didn't just walk into a trap; we had crawled directly into the stomach of the machine that gave birth to our nightmares.

Iphan scoffed "Only if Cage knew that he's more of a lapdog than a right hand man. Poor him. He doesn't know how much of a puppet he is" "Lame joke!" Baron rolled his eyes "I'd rather you cut off your hands 'cause they pilfer X-habit's drugs and money like they don't" Iphan said, a look of seriousness growing on his face "Fucking stay out of my shit, Iphan" Baron snarled "No! You stay out of X-habit's shit!" Iphan shot back

TORREN POV The ghost mask feels like a second skin, the internal voice modulator humming as I scale the fence of the Michigan estate. I’m not using chloroform tonight; it’s too slow, too cinematic. I have a tactical sedative patch in my bag- one touch to the neck and he’s out in three seconds.

“Ready or not. Here I go.” Pax stared at her as she gulped the mixture. One gulp. Two gulps. Three gulps. Gross. Both of them thought. She finished swallowing the mixture and she exhaled so loudly it made Pax jump. “Oh My GoaSH that is GrOoHohOSs!” she exclaimed tightly, coughing exaggeratedly. “pax give me WahoHuteR” “WHAT??” he called. “Wuhother?” he stared at the ceiling for a moment and thought WATER! She needs water!

PIETRO GIACOMETTI I watched from a distance as Peaches went through the clothing items, checking and dropping. She had been doing so for over five minutes now and she had picked absolutely nothing. Each time, her eyes would light up in delight and then she'd check the price tag and drop it quickly with a slight head shake. "Boss." Finn called. "I got the information on Dylan Donovic already and I think you will definitely be interested in this." Finn handed the tablet to me and I tore my gaze off Peaches for a second.