Pocong Novels & Stories

Goon 3 "Ha, look at you thinking about having a girlfriend when you can't even satisfy those whores last night" Goon 1 "What did you say, well at least I don't have a micropenis like someone" Goon 2 "Guys you should stop or someone will hear you" Gengar who has been listening to these goons rubish gets bored and floats away Gengar [ I heard that they have captured some pokemons I should look into this]

Conan's POV The police who stormed into the room gaped, his eyes almost bulging out of their sockets as he whispered and as his lips wobbled. "Conan, boss of Ming company" He gasped as his hands flew over his mouth while he glanced back and forth between me and Liana. He quickly lowered his head. "I had no idea that you were here, I mean silly me, how can I expect that someone like you would be here in the first place" He palmed his forehead as sweat formed on his forehead, almost trickling down his face.

he grumbles. I need to find a more fitting word than buffoon and sparky pants to describe my kidnapper. Nincompoop, blockhead, and dumbbell don't have the proper connotation, so I'll keep thinking. "Oh, I'm so scared," I squeal as we plunge down the side of the mountain again. Ninnypooper doesn't seem to mind my false intonation. He laughs gleefully even when he knows he hasn't terrified me. I've come to the conclusion dragons are simpleminded.

I answer. “Awe, I was hoping it was.” He answers. I smile at him, “Why aren’t you joining them out there on the pool table?” “I’m not much of a billiard guy. That’s Zion’s thing.” “Well you’re the surfer guy.” He smiles widely at me while wiggling his brows which looked really cute. “I am. And a professional joker too.” He seems so proud when his jokes are lame but still adorable. “And a singer too.” I added.

” “Now that I’ve told about myself, are you ready to tell me about yourself?! We do not have to dive into anything heavy, just about you. Current hobbies, work life etc.” “Hi I’m Capri, I’m 31 years old and I a currently a SM at a chain of acquisition convenience stores. My hobbies includes reading, painting and paddle boarding.” “I’ve been anxious and maybe a little depressed lately.”

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My son says: - My name's Colby and I'm the youngest son of the Lycon Moon Pack Alpha. Despite being born an alpha, I took on the role of a beta in my pack. I'm 18 years old, and I will never reject you. Neither you nor your child, if you really are pregnant. The child has no memory of the monster that his father wore, and I'll treat him as my son. I see the boy soften his expression, and I leave the room. Colby is young but a great guy. It was not by chance that I chose him as my beta. I'm proud of the man he became.

I assured him. “Again, can’t wait.” He sarcastically said, but I could’ve sworn there was a glint of relief in his eyes. “Enough of this gushy talk, tell me, how do you feel?” “Normal.” “Ok, good start. Come smell me.” Max asked, sticking his neck up for me. I took a whiff, sandalwood, but this time I sneezed at the smell. “Perfect. You're cured for the time being. Now let me go find a way to get rid of these urges for the beast, but not the beast’s sister.” Max began walking out mumbling something along the lines of, “can’t live with um, especially when they don’t let you kill the one thing that could ruin our clan.”

“Then we can breach the warehouse through these four entrances simultaneously and take the target out. The building has four floors and it’s safe to assume that Nicolas Ramirov will be on the fourth floor, in the middle somewhere, he won’t go near the windows. We’ll clear the building, floor by floor. It’s also safe to assume that he will have at least ten other men in that building with him.” “Weapons?” Lynda asked her. “I think the SAKO TRG will do the trick for everyone,” Nicole said and I glanced over at Nick. His hand was covering his mouth. “Nick, you don’t agree?” Lynda asked him and Nicole glanced over at him. “The SAKO? Are you serious? Have you ever done a job like this one before?

“This is your ticket out of here.” “What the fuck are you talking about? You want me to swallow a pill and then what?” My stomach tightens. Hopefully it’s not poison. “Strychnine,” he says simply, slipping it into the chest pocket of my prison uniform. “Causes violent muscle spasms and convulsions. High doses are deadly. But a small one, like this, will incapacitate without killing.” “And your plan is?” I ask, brow raised, watching his eyes flick toward the cameras.