Undertaker Bb Novels & Stories

I just wondered whether a person who was not given a proper burial would be able to rest in peace. I sucked in a deep breath and shut my eyes. Just when I was about to climb over, my phone rang from my handbag. I opened my eyes and answered it. “Hello?” On the other end of the phone, the undertaker sighed in relief when he heard my voice. “Where are you? I’m lost.” I said nothing. The wind at the balcony blew loudly. My silence seemed to have clued the undertaker in on something because his voice quivered when he spoke again. “Hey, listen. I was in a hurry just now, so I didn’t grab anything to help give you a proper burial. I can’t come to collect your body.”

“Sorry, sorry. Getting back to where we left off, what are you going to ask to the woman after the little work is done? We need a new smart TV, a couch to watch the TV, also we need some dollars to buy other things…” “Would you shut the fuck up?!” The big man raised his voice. “I’m trying to concentrate.” No one else said anything else. Just his gaze directly to the man who seemed uncomfortable in the corner of his bed. Surely, Bastian felt watched since he turned around looking for the one who was observing his movements when he found the big man in the cell in front of him. Around 7’1 high, perfect beard, his arms covered in tattoos and the look in his eyes that represented anything but fe

"My name's Philip, P.H.I.L.I.P, can you call me that?" "Geez, okay, Philip, can I talk now?" He arched an eyebrow and the younger sighed nodding. "So, I have a doubt" "Go ahead, I have to go home" He said impatiently. "You're a stripper, right? The goddamn know stripper Philip, the one who works at the most famous nightclub and the boy everyone wants to fuck with... Hm, who's virgin, how ironic" Mikhail Winters said with sarcasm dripping from his mouth "Philip James, the untainted stripper, right?"

His smile was contagious. "It's okay,it just bothers me that he leaves all of the time." "You will get used to it." "Sorry, who are you?" "Oh, I'm Beta Rick, always at your service, Luna."He said mockingly.

"Sorry, got caught up in schools work" "Don't make it happen again. " "Yes sir. " Ari said. "Get your gloves." Her tutor ordered. She wore her gloves and began hitting the punching bag. For two years, Ariana usually left for America Defense Department (ADD) after school and during the weekends. She'd do training course with agents, punch bags, learn to assemble a gun or disarm a bomb, how to throw tranqualizer darts, knives or anything sharp, how to shoot a target that is a mile away, how to defend yourself and how to actually fight.

The other Blood Reapers were naturally wary of the threat, while the leader asked calmly, "Sir, were you the one who decimated hundreds of us, even taking away their bodies?" "Yes," Caleb replied calmly. The leader bowed his head in acknowledgment and asked, "Allow me to apologize for whatever offense my comrades have caused you. May I have the pleasure of your name?" "Death, of the Undertakers." Caleb replied quietly. Confused, the Blood Reapers' leader turned toward his crew, but they all shook their heads too. Still, he bowed his head again. "Well, it's unsurprising that you gathered the bodies as an Undertaker! It will be their honor to have died by your hand!"