Wally Bucks Novels & Stories

After Justin left to stall them, I cracked a bag of biscuits, walked to the front of the village, and sat down on the stone bench where the village women gathered to gossip. Within an hour, I had Buck's whole operation figured out. "Buck Lansing is a real actor. He runs around with a bunch of thugs, targeting young men who come back from working in the city. A few drinks in, and he's already figured out how much they made all year. "All those people watching the games? Every single one of them is his.

he asked, raising a brow. Fighting back tears at the memories of fighting, I told him what had happened, from them pandemic to the mysterious woman with the baby that had asked for my help and facilitated the ambush. “Oh, that's bottom barrel!” exclaimed Wally, groaning. “Why, I believe that they knew how helpful you were and came to you because of that.” “I'm sure." Wally squeezed his hand out of his cell's gate, and Insane firntye first fine how malnourished he looked. Curious, I asked, terrified of the answer. “How long have you been in here, Wally? Do you know where we are?”

It was often said that young people nowadays were blunt and lacked propriety in their speech and actions, but in all my years of working, it was the first time I ever encountered an intern who took things that far. Upon noticing my silence, Julia Hall, the intern, pursed her lips and said, "You can't just give me the silent treatment, Emma. I'm not looking for a free meal—I'm paying. I know five dollars isn't a lot, but I'm trying to lose weight, so I won't be eating much anyway.

Passenger door creaked: Wally, soft around the middle, gentle to a fault, peeling back the wrapper on a Snickers like it was a rosary. “Really, Wally?” Andrew sneered. Wally dropped his service pistol in the glove box, shut the lid with a palm. “Remember when I got suspended for leaving my gun in the interrogation room?” “That was when you left a suspect alone with it,” Andrew said. Wally’s smile thinned. “What’s your problem tonight?” “Don’t worry about it.” “Fine,” Wally sighed. “Let’s get a drink.” They crossed into amber light and cigarette ghosts. Wally spotted Gabe and lit up, nudging Andrew. “Hey—look. Gabe.”

She raised her phone and recorded everything, making sure to capture every detail of my condition. My consciousness began to blur. Through the haze, I saw the satisfaction etched across her face. I forced the words out. "You smashed my headphones, stole my laptop, and dragged people here to torture me." I asked hoarsely, "All of this is because of 5 bucks?" Ronda snorted, her voice cold. "Yes, 5 bucks. You made me uncomfortable, so you pay for it. I told you you'd regret it." I nearly laughed. "I made you uncomfortable?"

"what do you want?" "Hey, hey chill cous, you're never in a good mood," I heard the annoying voice of my cousin Luca, "I just wanted to know if you would like to come to the club today," I knew what club he was talking about, I always beat him so I don't know why he always invites me, even after so many rematch that we've done that he still lost to me, it wouldn't be wrong to beat his sorry ass again. "I'll be there in fifteen," I said as I stood up taking my Jacket and car keys I made my way out of the club.

he chuckles, "I'll have the chicken feta sandwich and a side of macaroni salad." I nod at him, "good choice Alpha, I'll get that out to you as quickly as I can." I walk into the back and all eyes are on me, Mr. Costa glares at me, "What happened out there? Why did Alpha Braddock growl like that? and you need to say Alpha Braddock, not just Alpha and walk away?" I shrug, "don't know would you like me to ask him why he growled? and I don't see the big deal, that's his title isn't it."