Lets Go Rush B Novels & Stories

Suddenly the staircase became too long for him. He ran up the stairs so fast that he was panting heavily when he reached the landing in front of his room. He kicked open the door and banged it close. He laid his back on the shut door, flung his bag to one side and closed his eyes in a bid to calm his restless nerves. His heart was beating rapidly, he could hardly breathe. He stared outside through the glass panes; the sun was going down gradually, drifting into the evening. He quickly made a dash to his bed and laid on it with his school clothes still on.

I mutter, hatred still flowing through my veins instead of blood. I wrap the garrotte wire tighter across my hands, getting into stance as my eyes follow a subtle movement from the bushes. The signal is a howl from Ryker. Ragnar has us all briefed. My hands are covered in a pair of knuckle dusters. I had my leather jacket over my gear, which was actually a crop top and slick black pants that allowed me to move around, a utility belt with a series of knives strapped to it, and military boots. A howl sounds some distance in the front, just at the same time a group of rogues leap out of the bushes.

6: Halfway to the bungalow Jim’s lungs were burning and his legs shook. He stopped and bent forward with his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath. He was more out of shape than he realised. Coming up behind him he heard the familiar rumble on either side of the path. There seemed to be two of them now. There was twice as much noise and the ground on either side of the path shook.

***Sunshine Magazine Publishing Office*** Sunshine's office was quiet at lunchtime. Most employees leave the office for lunch at a restaurant not too far from Sunshine's office. Although there are also some who have lunch at the office. Raisa belongs to a small group having lunch at the office. The young woman is enjoying the rice bento box she ordered via gojek while checking email on her laptop screen. Raisa uses her lunch time more often while working so she can go home on time.

"Run! This is our only chance. We can't let them catch us!" We rushed through the darkness as the search party with torches closed in. Almost everyone from the compound seemed to have come out to the hill. A burly man held up a shoe and shouted, "That bastard ran this way!" The person in charge of the compound wore a dark expression. "This is the first time any of my cargo has dared to run. Track them down. Bring them back, alive or dead!" I stumbled through grass as tall as I was, my lungs burning and my skin stinging all over.

"This is a custom order for a client. It's very important." "I do remember your birthday," he continued gently, ruffling my hair. "Your gift is on the way. I promise it will be a nice surprise." I watched as he turned and walked back into his room, my eyes stinging with tears. My phone was vibrating incessantly in my pocket. When I checked it, I found out that I had been added to a group chat containing about a hundred people. The group chat was named "Charles' Proposal Planning Committee". I stared at the name of the group chat and couldn't help but laugh in disbelief. Charles was brainstorming ideas to propose to his first love, and he had had the gall to add me to the group chat.

“Rush.” The name hit the room like a gunshot. To be continued...

“Jane, I’ve already punished Ashley for you. She’ll spend the rest of her life in prison and will never bother you again! Even if you want the Roth Group, I can hand it over to you right now. Just turn back and look at me!” I cut him off. “Sean, give it up. I told you before. This is the end for us. I hope from now on that you’ll leave me alone.” I tossed out the words lightly, not sparing him another glance, and had security escort him out. The light in his eyes died instantly. He tried to chase after me, but the crowd swallowed him up. All he could do was watch as I walked farther and farther away. When the show ended, heavy rain poured down, washing away all the filth and ugliness.

He simply looked patient, useful, present. Ethan locked the phone and threw it onto the bed. Ten minutes later, he picked it up again. The earliest flight to Halewick left the next morning with one connection through Miami. If he booked it now, he could reach the resort before dinner. He imagined arriving before the rehearsal, finding Claire, pulling her aside before Maya could turn it into a public fight. They would talk. She would be angry. Maya would be worse. Ben would look at him like he had disappointed everyone at once. Ethan could handle all of that.