Puck 소설 & 이야기

I question him again trying to break the ice, he seems to smirk a little looking over at me. "Well it started back in school I don't know how old I would've been, I was sat in class leaning back in my chair and for some reason behind me, you know back in the day you had those pens you had to dip in ink?" He asks me looking over with a smile, I nod saying quills he nods continuing "well I leant back in my chair when the chair moved and I fell, on the way down I tried to grab hold of something to stop me falling, but I end up grabbing the sheet of paper the tubs were of ink was on" he laughs which causes a little laugh to come out of my lips as I finish with his cut on his face.

Smaller rubber like objects, and a microphone of different sizes. Connected balls on a string also of different sizes. Thick tubes filled with gel like liquid of pink, cream and clear stoppered neatly. More cuffs, one shaped almost like a necklace, wide and padded, with a ring at the front. Another looking like a pole but with four cuffs. And… A black gun. I snapped the cabinet shut so fast. No… No way. I backed up a step. I pulled out my phone. Opened the camera. Snapped quick photos of the funny-shaped glass and rubber objects, the connected balls, the tubes but not the gun. I couldn’t even look at it again.

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.

*winking emoji* My heart sank and I froze. The sender was a girl from his gym, someone I’d seen in his stories wearing tight leggings and a cropped top a few times. I didn’t think much of the relationship before because he posed with everyone, Ryan was friendly, too friendly apparently. I marked the message as unread, and when Ryan stepped out of the shower he smiled at me, wide and devious. “Did you send it, Pennywise?” he asked, his voice sweet as honey whenever he called me by his nickname for me.

SAGE MONTERO. @puckmedaddy: ‘Gah, I understand why he’s the captain; he looks like he handles a puck the same way he does a woman. Rough.’ Yeah, until he chokes you to death. @rookslapmepls: ‘I volunteer. I volunteer. I volunteer as tribute…sorry I meant puck.’ If desperate had a label, it’d be you, sweetheart. @rookmehard: ‘I know they call him the Angel cause he’s a devil in the sheets. Argue with the wall, everyone.’

“It's going to be fine. You've got me, and Jackson's just being Jackson. It's not new that you two bicker. Settle it tonight, yeah? He loves you.” I wanted to believe her. But as I stared at the crowded front porch, at the glimpse of a hockey stick logo on someone's jacket, something strange settled in my chest. The hockey team was here. “June…he is here?” I asked, a frown settling on my face. “He is— I am sorry I didn't inform you. I knew you weren't going to bulge. But I am here, Imani.” And he was here. Nicolas Jamieson— the famous hockey player.

Morrow said. His hands were almost steady. He marked the sac with a cursor and moved on. Then the wand slid lower, and the picture shifted, and I saw the smaller shape sitting low and tilted at its wrong angle. "Twin B. One forty-one." The wand shook. It was a small tremor, and then a larger one. He pulled back and tried again, and the picture blurred. "Dr. Hale," Morrow said, very quietly. "Your hands are no use to me today."

For years, I’d stood outside this arena listening to people laugh about the girl who followed hockey players around. Now I was one of those players. “Don’t make me cry,” I warned. Sara grinned. “Wouldn’t dream of it.” Then Corey appeared. “Look at that! Our very own Puck Bunny has a jersey!” I turned. “Careful, Corey. I know where you keep your lucky puck.” His smile vanished. “That’s classified information.” “Not anymore.” Aaron laughed as Corey hurried away. Sara shook her head. “You really have those boys trained.”

*Snap. The puck zipped clean off the dot, flying back straight between my legs to Leo at the blue line. Without waiting a microsecond to watch the play develop, I drove straight down the gut of the ice, accelerating into the high slot while two defensive-pairing players collapsed inward to trap me between their heavy frames. "Kieran, clear!" Leo screamed, sending a hard, fluttering wrist pass toward the boards.

The pure confidence radiating from him made my skin crawl with genuine dread. Dante accelerated rapidly, his powerful strides chewing up the distance between us in mere seconds. He did not look at the empty net behind him. He kept his pale eyes locked entirely on my terrified face. He crossed the blue line and pulled his stick back with terrifying speed. He unleashed a massive slap shot without ever breaking our intense eye contact. The heavy rubber puck launched through the cold air like a lethal bullet. The puck struck the water bottle resting perfectly on top of the net. The plastic bottle exploded violently, sending a massiv