Story Bucin Novels & Stories

"Alice!" "Woof! Woof! Woof!" I was okay, but my daughter had been bitten right through the thigh. Was my rebirth for nothing? Could I really not change anything? Despair flooded over me as I crawled toward her. I held her tightly and called her name repeatedly. Just then, the wail of sirens finally filled the air. Alice was rushed into the emergency room for stitches. Meanwhile, Thomas stood a short distance away. He was talking on the phone, his face lit up in excitement.

"Alright, keep an eye on her until it's safe to kill her," Buccolini responded staring at Antonio with lucid eyes, "Yes sir," the voice replied while Buccolini hung up staring at Antonio's ghost face, "Beauty of life," Buccolini furrowed his brows, "What did you just say about life again? Rediscovery of...what again?" He let out bouts of laughter and frowned the next moment, "Antonio, because I let you see that woman which is mine, you suddenly think that you're discovering life. How about I kill her and see..."

“So… pro tip: volunteering smart beats being shoved into ‘One Bullet.’” The stall for ONE BULLET was… unsettling. A single, gleaming pistol rested under a glass dome, spotlit. Next to it, a target that was just a stylized human silhouette. The tagline flashed: ONE SHOT. ONE KILL. ONE WINNER. ALL LOSERS ERASED. My stomach clenched. “No,” I said. “Not that one. Ever.” “Agreed,” Corvin said. He turned slowly, taking in the rest of the menu with narrowed eyes.

A half-smoked cigarette dangled between my fingers, the glow between my curled, stiff fingers the only warmth in the dimly lit sala. I took another long drag, letting the smoke sear into my lungs before slowly blowing it out. My head was a battle zone, images of deception flashing like gunfire: Victor and his sneer, poisoned wine, and the audacity of men who believed they were more clever than me—better or more worthy of what I’d earned in blood and steel. The business world was a more deadly version of an unloaded pistol with the safety off. Deals sealed with a handshake could explode like grenades. Survival was more than just pulling a trigger; it meant knowing when to pull it, who to aim

In fact, the Bloodwing Battlegear originated from Lu Bu's ancient tomb. Back in those years when Lu Bu's ancient tomb descended at Mount Hua, the elites from various sects at the Nine Mainland flocked over. Eventually, only Darryl, Zhu Bajie, and others could find Lu Bu's true Hall of Fame. Despite the challenges, Darryl managed to find Lu Bu's Blood Battle Eight Directions Scripture. Moreover, Diaochan even gifted Darryl the Heavenly Halberd.