Puck Kills Subaru Novels & Stories

Hunter chuckled, his dark eyes crinkling at the corners. He reached out, opening the passenger door of his black Porsche with smooth grace and bowing slightly. "After you, my passenger princess." Maya rolled her eyes with a fond smile, stepping inside the leather interior. "Don't ruin the moment." Hunter closed her door, rounded the hood, and climbed into the driver's seat. He turned the key, the engine roaring to life with a deep, powerful purr as they pulled away from the curb and headed back toward the Titans' tower.

~KAI~ The loud buzzer cut through me. Final score lights up...4-3, loss. Jax's fault. He danced around the net instead of burying the puck, took a penalty, and almost started a fight. I am already typing before the crowd stops screaming his name. 'Captain Carter's highlight-reel goal came at the cost of two penalties and a near-fight. Talent doesn't excuse recklessness. The Ice Hawks keep winning despite their star forward, not because of him.'

I nod my head as another drink sits down besides me he plants a soft kiss on my forehead lightly my stomach gets butterflies arg I drink. Ten or so minutes pass by when Kate comes to sit besides me I get ready for another rounds of insults of slaps " I am sorry " she says lightly " I had no right putting my hands on you " it's fine i understand "You young I remember being young once we make bad decisions that leads to mistakes I am sorry " it's fine " now that I think about Travis and I haven't been I love for a longtime when the whole thing happened " that's all she says before standing up leaving to her assigned table. Leaving me more confused I know their marriage was not perfect but Mr P

Since they were on a bridge, the phone flew through the air and down into the river. However, unknown to Marcus Lee, he had made a costly mistake by rolling down his bulletproof window. The alarming reality at this time was that a black 2004 Mercury Marauder, which had been stalking him dutifully for the past 2 days, was hot on his heels. The window he'd just opened had inadvertently given the occupants of the pursuit car a clear sight of him and his son. All they needed to do now was move closer and strike.

I wrote: subject appears unaware of surroundings. Then the puck came out of nowhere a teammate's stray shot, fast and low and without looking, without breaking the backward drift, Declan Mercer redirected it with one casual flick of his stick toward the net, where it hit the back corner so cleanly that the goalie didn't even flinch in time. The team responded with the specific noise of people who have seen this before and are annoyed they're still impressed by it. He hadn't looked down once. I crossed out appears unaware of surroundings.

Really. But a part of me still wants to trust my best friend to deliver. So I start to run toward the net. Jax goes hard on Riley, but he avoids the attack and passes to me the moment he sees me. I can see Tom coming, so I take the shot fast — if I don't, the puck will be taken from me with a hard fight. And with the amount of speed Tom is coming with, I might not survive the hit. Luckily, it goes into the net.

WHEN CASSIAN WOKE up, his heart was still heavy, and his mind was troubled. The sub had risen and was shining through the small gap in his window. As he opened his curtain, he shielded his eyes with his hand and stared out. The pack was awake already and everyone was going about their daily duties. The aroma of breakfast drifted into his nose and he went to wash up, scrubbing away the sleep from his face.

His knuckles were white around the shaft. He still had enough fight left. For now. I dropped the puck between us. It hit the ice with a sharp crack.

“Cover me.” Then the bastard sits cross-legged on the battlefield and closes his eyes. “Are you crazy, motherfucker?!” I yell, killing a demon lunging at him. “You can’t just zone out in the middle of a war!” Puck opens one eye. “Sure I can. Just did.” “I fucking hate you!” I snarl, gutting another demon. “Love you too, sweetums,” he murmurs, then closes his eyes again and brings his hands together like he’s cupping a ball of light.

A few minutes later, my gut was right as the commentators confirmed that it wasn’t a win. Leo lost his mind, his helmet went off first as he began screaming like the child he was, skating straight at the officials like a spoiled brat. I met him halfway, there was no way I was about to let him throw a tantrum without company but what I didn’t see coming was his fist hitting my face. This son of a bitch fucking swung first and the punch landed cleanly breaking skin immediately. I felt the white pin go through every part of my body before I felt the ice against my back, then warm blood started pouring down my face.