Pucca Garu Novels & Stories

"Why are you so hard to trick..." "Probably because your tricks are shitty." "Oh! I know a good one! I'm sure you don't know this! Hehehe..." Haru grins devilishly and widely as if he's a scientist who succeeded in making a weird-ass concoction. "What?" Mask sighed, just going with the flow. "Puday means goodbye." "The fuck is a puday?" Mask scrunched his nose. "Eyy! You don't know that! HAHAHAHA! It means goodbye, nothing else. See, it even rhymes! Puday is goodbye."

Valen Words travel faster than fire. By the time I step onto Ragriz soil, my phone keeps vibrating with notifications in their tens. Packs forum, social media, group chats. I peek in maybe once or twice. Alexandra Russo Seen Entering Paxon Territory with Alpha Reid. Ex-Ragriz Center Chooses New Pack? The humans watching from the outside don’t remember who she is yet, but our people do. Every single wolf in this territory knows what it means to see that girl wrapped up in someone else’s colors.

The heart of the deer is being offered to the devil. “Pacular, I want more than that, I want to eat human's heart, what I want is not the hearts of animals. I wish to eat human with pure souls hidden within them, Pacular, bring them to me and I will make you immortal, serving Greedius is the right way to make you possible Be the master of time. Believe in me.” “Yes sir, as long as you wish, I will give you everything.” Pacular smiled, his eyes were only filled with hatred, he coughed, his appearance was extremely weak. However, in that darkness, he smiled a strange smile.

This made me scared. "Please, who are you?" I asked in the most polite way possible. I did not want to annoy the woman; she was unbalanced. "Ah, finally asking me the right question." She said, smiling. She cleared her throat, I knew it was all an act, but nonetheless, it made me more attentive. "I am Ruhun Daji, and my name is Kurwa, the spirit of nature, good fortune, bliss and wellness."

POV: KAI The press box smells like musty coffee and old popcorn. I sit in the back row, laptop balanced on my knees, hoodie zipped to my chin. The collar still hides most of the mark, but I feel it every time I swallow. Like a reminder I can't delete. Game starts fast. Puck drops. The crowd roars. I type without looking down much—habit now. The Ice Hawks are up early, but it's not the score I'm watching.

The unknown number sent one final message: Unknown: Interesting night, wasn’t it? (Adds a winking emoji) I dropped the phone onto the couch like it had burned me. My hands were trembling so badly I could barely pick it up again. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Guerra yelled angrily. Faricenda chuckled slowly, wriggling her hands in the rope that was already getting lose. "You just gave me three reasons and they are all pathetic to my hearing. You are only angry because no one has ever done that before, am I right?" She asked and Guerra's cheeks rose with anger.

One of the birthday party invitees asked Young master Puck Beaming proudly, young master Puck answered "This is our way of patching up things she doesn't want to end things with me" "Wow! now I know why they call you the stallion, you cheated during your relationship and she even wants to get back to you?" "That's why they call me Bad commando" He sad proudly Mara who's waiting for his proud show off interrupted their conversation "Before opening this cake can young master Puck press this Button? Young master Puck opened the big birthday cake box and it revealed an imagery bikini shape, he laughed Lavishiously then pressed the button

Arum said while munching on her siomay. “Huh? GGS? Handsome Werewolves?” I snickered, trying not to laugh. Arum glared and leaned closer. “Shhh! Don’t let them hear you! GGS stands for Garuda Steel Gang, not some soap opera. You need to memorize each of them. That guy sitting at the end? That’s Rocky. Everyone calls him Iky. Sure, he’s got a cute smile, but his mouth? Super annoying!”

"That woman should be ashamed of herself!" Miss Marcie said, a perpetual grimace ever present on her wrinkled brown face. Juicy wrapped the stiff piece of hair around the curling iron, expertly pumping the handle until there was a smooth curl bouncing beneath her fingertips. "What did that heffa do now?" Juicy asked, barely listening to the old woman's idle gossip. It was hard for her to focus when she had so much shit cluttering her head. Is that how Troy felt; head wanting to explode?