Puck Me Novels & Stories

POV: Marvel Thursday came like Thursdays always came. Ordinary on the surface. The alarm. The shower. The specific ritual of getting ready for something that mattered without letting the mattering make you rigid. I had been here before. Not this exact meeting. But the experience of preparing for something significant while knowing that preparation could only take you so far. The puck drops and then it is just you and the ice and what you actually are.

Lena shook her head, “I wish I knew whose account was that. The IT department couldn’t trace the account yet. Apparently, there are dozens of girls using some version of Puck Bunny online. But whoever this bunny is, she is extremely jealous of you.” “Jealous? Me?” That was ridiculous. “Hardly anyone knows me,” I murmured more to myself than Lena. “Girl, you have me, okay?” Lena hugged me tightly. “Whoever this puck bunny is, I will make her a muck bunny soon.” After going all mamma bear on me, she quickly left for her next class. By the time I returned to the dorm that evening, I was exhausted. I reached for the handle, then stopped. The door was already open. My heart slammed against my rib

Not after everything I'd built with him, the trust, the dependency, all of it collapsing the second he decided I was disposable to him too. I needed to stay in control of this. I needed to not react to his terms and set my own instead. I typed again, slower this time. Me: Fine. It’s a public location. On my terms though. Pier 14, north end, tomorrow night, 11pm. Come alone. I stared at it for a long moment before hitting send, my heart was hammering harder than it had any right to over three lines of text. The dots appeared almost immediately on his end.

“Do I look like I’m joking?” “No, Coach.” “You’ve earned limited shifts. Don’t make me regret it.” I couldn’t stop smiling. I’d earned it. Not because I was Dad’s daughter. Not because Jace was my mate. Because I’d worked for it. Jace squeezed my shoulder beneath the table. Corey leaned over. “Congratulations, Puck Bunny.” “Thank you.” “Try not to embarrass us.” I grinned. “That’s your department.” Even Coach laughed at that one. ⸻

She is twenty-one years old, studying fashion design taking inspiration from Jake. Well, don’t take her makeup-caked face seriously. And another important thing is that she is rude AF. "Here comes our queen!" Stella said sarcastically looking at Ariel who was dressed up like she was going to a party. "Good morning to everyone!" Ariel said and sat down. Everyone continued doing their work. Jake was eating a boiled egg, boiled potatoes, salad and apple juice. He has his coffee in the office. Suddenly he remembered that he needed to check some important emails from his clients. He took out his phone and unlocked it.

So, no matter what, she has to find that money to pay off the debt. - Okay, okay, I'll pay tomorrow. A group of tattooed people quickly walked out, leaving only Calliope Tucker, her face stained, her hair dishevelled from being beaten by them. This woman carefully took the money from her bra and put it in a medium iron box. When finished, sit down and sigh. - Don't know where to get the money tomorrow? For many years, this scene has soon become familiar, Calliope Tucker's whole life is only living, gambling and paying debts, gradually these fights to collect debts also become familiar.

“And you know I always sit on the floor because that couch will probably eat me alive.” “You’ve never had a problem before. Have you experienced life in a castle and now my house is not good enough for you anymore.” As he said that, his gaze shifted to something behind her. Instantly his expression became dark. “Who are you?” Puckett was standing at the edge of the room, trying to make his face as neutral as possible and keep himself from fidgeting. He cleared his throat and rubbed his hands in his pants. “I’m Ace Puckett, sir.”

Puckett up. “I think he’s been drugged. He doesn’t seem to know what’s going on,” Tina said, and I eyed Mr. Puckett, who really did look out of it. I had to think fast. My phone buzzed, and I just knew it was Theo rubbing it in my face. “Where’s that damn staff? She said she was getting first aid!” Tina sounded worried. “Mr. Puckett, please stay with me,” she said, shaking him gently.

Zach furrowed his brow, his words carrying a weight of sincerity. "I'll make it up to you. I can do anything you want—" "Anything, except marry me," I interrupted coldly, finishing the sentence for him. I stood up, walked to the liquor cabinet, and pulled out the most expensive bottle of wine. I uncorked it and poured two glasses. "It's been almost ten years. Let's put an end to it tonight. There'll be no more debts between us from here on out."

“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.