Puck Puckerman Novels & Stories

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Neither of them looked away first. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> The puck dropped.

"Who? Who is it? Give me a name. Give me something concrete. Give me something I can use. Something I can hold onto. Something I can fight with." "Marcus Webb. Deputy DA. He's been working with Sanders for years. He's been protecting him. He's been covering for him. He's been helping him destroy people. He's been helping him escape justice. He's been helping him ruin lives. He's been helping him get away with murder. He's been helping him destroy families." "How do you know? How can you be sure? How can you trust this information? How did you get it? Who gave it to you? Who's your source? How reliable is this?"

"Yeah?" Knox looked up at me with the expression I had categorized as his most dangerous — the one that was casual on the surface and completely deliberate underneath, the one that knew exactly what it was doing and was doing it anyway. He bounced the object in his hand once, then raised his stick and batted it up toward the bleachers in a clean, arcing shot. It landed on the bench two feet from me with a sharp crack. A puck. I picked it up. In black marker, in handwriting I recognized from a note passed in AP Lit approximately eleven days ago, it said: Formal?

Buck watched as they left, the smile slipping off his face. Buck whispered, "Punter's calling a Dashan his brother. What a disgrace." Just then, a man in a black suit walked up to Buck. "Mister Buck, should we go now?" "No, let them have their fun for a while. Do it at night and remember to take care of Punter too. He'll kiss the feet of whoever benefits him, to the point where he's forgotten he's from Eweyn altogether. People like that don't deserve to work with me."

It’s just a stupid fake dating shit for my reputation, why is it sounding like something more? Something stupid moved again in my chest and I crushed it immediately. I didn’t have time for that shit. She didn’t look at me once in the first period. I looked at her more than I should have. Wins before Bitches! I reminded myself again. I tried hard to focus, after which Buffalo scored first, it was my goal and it was fucking clean. Their goalie was slow, winning was my way of making him pay for it. I threw my arms up, angled myself toward the photo pit for an extra second just to be an asshole about it.

"Seriously. Who the hell has the almighty Hunter Callum looking this relaxed on a Monday morning?" "Our captain's glowing." Another teammate whistled. "So in loveeee..." Nick sang dramatically. Hunter laughed despite himself. "Fuck you, Nick." "There it is!" Dean slapped the counter. "He smiled." "The man smiled!" "We're witnessing history," Carter declared solemnly. Hunter cracked another egg into the pan. "You people need hobbies." "We have hobbies." Dean nodded. "Hockey." "And making your life miserable," Dean added proudly. Hunter shook his head. "I've noticed."

Her throat closed as dread filled her, and her palms became cold with sweat. “Then why—?” whispered Lucy. Right then, the obnoxious man returned and handed Lucy her cup of coffee with a sardonic bow. “Lucy, have you met Mr. Roberts?” said Pamela in a strained voice. Carter put out his hand, but Lucy was too frozen to shake it. “Carter Roberts,” he said in that annoying drawl, his eyes sparkling with what looked like triumph. “Baseball player turned executive producer, at your service.” One-click My One and Only now!

If word got out online, the one truly humiliated would be him. Zach was a businessman, after all. When it came down to it, what was a fiancée compared to his reputation? Colton Maurus, my childhood friend, had grown up with me. On the night of my engagement to Zach, he had clung to the statue at my front gate, crying until dawn.

He looked up from the computer. "Well, if it isn't Tru Parker," he smiled as I walked up to the counter. "How's school?" Maverick was a cute mix of Irish and Filipino, with brown hair and gray eyes. A smattering of freckles dusted his cheeks and his eyes tilted just enough to make him look like he was smiling even when he wasn't. He was a little taller than me with wide, muscled shoulders. "Homework sucks."

"I always imagined what a Unicorn would look like, but nothing prepared me for how beautiful you all are. I am in awe. And thank you, King Puck, once this is all over, I would be honoured for you to meet them, along with all the other Supernatural Leaders." "It would be an honour to meet the blessed pups." He smiled. "I have gifts for them, but it will probably be best to wait until this is all over." "There was no need for that King Puck," I said. "But thank you, I am sure they will be delighted." "Please call me Puck." He smiled. "Then you must call me Kari." I returned the smile. "It is good to see you again Puck, thank you for coming at such short notice," Gramps said as he and Grant joi