All My Disciples Suck Novels & Stories

Leila There was a silence in the room. A good silence. They were hanging on every word. I had learned to speak their language in a way that they could understand and relate to. It helped make the stories come alive so the students were able to relate to the trials and tribulations of the poor misunderstood gods. “He killed her?” someone offered. I looked at Christopher and smiled. “Dear Heph, did you kill me?” I asked in a high-pitched voice. He slowly shook his head. “Death would have been a kindness.”

Of course. "He's in meetings," Cole said, "but he'll tell you the same thing I'm telling you. Listen to McKnight because he's the best at what he does." "Are you the best?" Something dark crossed his face. "I used to be." "What does that mean?" "It means I'm good at keeping people alive now." The kitchen felt too small, too warm. I could smell his coffee. See a scar on his neck. There was something about him that made it hard to think straight.

"Poor Nina. I'll subscribe to show my support. I'll support you from now on no matter what you choose to do!" "That girl is evil. For her own selfish reasons, she ruined the future of all her classmates." "Which school is this? Whose daughter is this? Tell me the address, I'll go over right now and make her suffer." Jason lunged at me and questioned me loudly, "It's the SAT! How can you be so cruel?" Although the other students didn't lunge at me, their eyes told me that they wanted to tear me apart. In just a few minutes, 300,000 viewers poured into Nina's stream. Most of them cursed at me and said that I should die. They even cursed at my dad.

Like I was the next body in the sand. Doubt festered, turning our fucks from passionate to frantic, as if he could thrust away the lies. Last night, after another anonymous buzz—"She's marked. 20k to finish." I'd pinned him down, riding his cock reverse while demanding answers. "Who, Daddy? Me?" I'd gasped, bouncing hard, my ass slapping his thighs. "No one," he'd groaned, spanking me red. "Just noise. Cum for me, baby forget it."

"Yes, Coach." "Get out of my office." I turned, but my legs refused to move toward the door. "Coach ... what about Marcus? Why aren't you calling him to order?" I asked, a question I never thought I'd hear myself ask. For a moment I watched the color drain from Hendricks's face, the first time I'd ever seen that happen. "It's all online speculation. There's no evidence," he said, too calmly, like a line he'd rehearsed too many times for comfort.

The disciples were all afraid and didn’t dare to do it. The sect master was furious. “You dare to disobey a direct order? What are you afraid of? Can’t you see that that brat and his kid are fine down there? Go!” With a big wave of his hand, he grabbed a few dozen disciples through the void and threw them down one after another. Splash, splash! Immediately after half a dozen disciples fell into the water, mournful screams rang out. The highly potent poisonous water immediately melted seven or eight disciples. They yelled and struggled a few moments before their voices trailed off, and they sank slowly.

"Otherwise, why do you think the 2000 disciples on the waiting list are divided into five academies? How come there are barely any authorities in the academies, but a few teachers? This kind of hands-off management is perfect for disciples who are truly powerful. Only after unifying his academy and gaining the support of all its disciples, can he be worthy of the title of the top disciple, of eventually joining the core disciples, and of obtaining our sect's true legacy and magic skills! "Huh. How come I don't know all of this?" "You're just a glutton who eats all day. If you asked the third-generation disciples, you would have known." "Why should I go ask since you can tell me?" said the ch

Woo! Dax sighed when he heard that. Then, he smiled. “Yes, I’m sure he will. Darryl is a cat; he has nine lives—” “Master.” Suddenly, a disciple entered the hall. He sounded anxious when he said, “Master, Mistress, something bad has happened. Something terrible!” The disciple panted and sweated profusely. “What’s with all the panic?” Dax said curtly. “Speak properly!” Then, Dax picked up his tea and casually took a sip.

I snapped, my voice betraying a flicker of exhaustion. “Yeah, but everything’s political when you’re talking about packs,” he said, his tone hardening. “Especially when you’re talking about taking on someone as strong as Nathaniel Blackthorne.” The way he said it made me shiver, his words slicing through me. “Taking *down*?”

"Dude, we were just looking out for the pack, we wouldn't want a Luna who sleeps with just everyone. Steve tries to reason and I feel a shift coming" Rachel has never slept with anyone. Ever. I said pointedly and they both looked at me confused. "Then why have you been calling her a slut for many years?"Andy asked and I took a deep breath. "Because I'm an asshole," I say and they both frown. "Either way, that girl is just weird, you will be lucky if she rejects you," Steve says and I couldn't help but laugh. What's funny? Andy asked and I went back to the punching bag.