Novel & Cerita Undertaker Bb

- Bobby BOBBY/MANA: 40/100 *tag* the hunter step away has been blocked! the hunter change its move and now attacking to Bobby! "BARRIER!"- Bobby BOBBY/MANA: 30/100 *TANG!* "GWOO!"- Bobby Bobby now is coughing blood! the Hunter feels the danger and now trying to jump upward the barrier!! "no! BARRIER!!"- Bobby *TANG!* the HUNTER NOW has been sealed inside the barrier!! and its only way out is on its side but on that side, Timothy was there!

The undertaker who had practically handled all the New York family funerals for decades was not Italian but Asian? Eugene stared at the undertaker's face. The undertaker must have been over twenty, but due to the characteristic youthful appearance of Asians, he could easily be mistaken for a teenager. Andy Lee stared intently at Eugene's face until Luca Datero called, "Andy?" Only then did he snap to attention and approach. "I apologize for my rudeness. I'm Andy Lee." The undertaker extended his hand. Standing close, he was slightly shorter and more petite than Eugene. Eugene took the offered hand.

I stared at the gray undergarment, studying the yellow Batman symbol on it. My mind was bouncing around one thought: Jace Storme liked my underwear. Or at least he'd said. My mind was dancing happily—Jace Storme had liked my underwear!—but my heart was telling me that he was just joking. Nobody, especially not Jace Storme, could like anything I owned. I was a nobody. He was a somebody. No, he was Jace Storme.

I practically snatch the phone out of Mika’s hand, staring intensely at the digital poster glowing on the screen. It’s a promotional fight flyer for an underground match. In the center of the dark, gritty graphic sits Trey. He’s shirtless, his mouthwatering physique on display, those icy orbs staring nonchalantly into the camera. Next to him is another fighter–a huge bald guy whose biceps look like tree trunks. He appears even bigger and broader than Trey. The bold, bloody typography across the flyer reads: THE VAULT UNDERGROUND: NIGHT OF BLOOD & GLORY DON'T MISS THE EPIC SHOWDOWN OF THE CENTURY!

"What else?" "Did our great Underboss hope I'd give him a bastard heir after one night?" Grant crushed the glass bottle in his hand. Beads of blood seeped from between his fingers as he threw the shards into the trash can with a clatter. "You know if you had dared to give birth to it, I would have strangled it with my own hands." In my last life, that was exactly what he did. That tiny life, snuffed out before it could even draw a breath. Grant had pinned my jaw, forcing the bitter potion down my throat.

Nysaa shot him a glare, her eyes sharp and defiant. "Let's not get into that. It's my business, isn't it?" He chuckled, understanding that perhaps it was a sore subject. "Fair enough. Just trying to make conversation." She let out a sarcastic chuckle, her words dripping with bitterness. "And why would you want to hear about my problems, bartender? You just pour drinks and take my money." He leaned in a bit closer, his voice low. "Well, for starters, you're my customer. And you seem like you could use someone to talk to."

"Luckily,I came prepared. Just keep an eye out for anyone approaching this way." He took out a yellow paper and laid it on the floor. Joonjae and Yoseob surrounded him, with their back turned towards him, looking out for anyone who may approach their way. Undertaker took out a quill and began to draw ancient strokes on it, while chanting a mantra under his breath. The strokes flashed brightly for a second before disappearing. "There's no demon in there," Undertaker announced. "He's clean." "Thank god," Yoseob let out a sigh of relief. "I don't think I could have taken another gruesome sight."

Because I have a body of heart attack and a latigable butt, it does not give me the right to anything " he put another spoon of chocolate in his mouth. "Have you see his ass yet? I know he has a big butt but he did not know it was latigable " he laughed. "Of course I saw it, but it was only when he was giving us the tour. They are paradito and so sexy " he pursed his lips as he spoke and then bit his lip. "Sometimes you scare me, Luke, seriously you give it to me" he denied, with a head, so good from the chocolate jar. "I think it reminds me of someone and I do not know who " he looked at the chain on his neck - But the old man is sexy!

“L-Lightning Tiger is a gangster boss in the underworld. He has a bunch of experts working for him. He even monopolized the entire funeral industry of the city, so we were forced to take orders from him. The Undertaker. It was the title that Lilyrose gave him because he was involved whenever people died. Whenever someone died, Lightning Tiger’s men would show up in the shortest amount of time and offer to help with the funeral and wake service. It might seem like good service but there was actually a hefty price to pay.

“According to my father he should have thought of it many years ago. It seems I am difficult to control and Mr. Allegretti is just the man to do it.” Arkady put a hand over his mouth in awe, “no. He would saddle you with the Undertaker?” “The Undertaker?” She was surprised by the nickname. She was morbidly curious. “Is this what they call him?” “It is,” he looked around curiously as if checking for eavesdroppers. “It is rumoured he buries them alive in your fancy Nevada desert.” She giggled at his words. “Arkady. You shouldn’t say such things.”