Novels by Damgloatic

A week had passed, and there I stood in front of the hospital where Mykel was admitted. Taking a deep breath, I entered and approached the receptionist, inquiring about Mykel Ryder's whereabouts. The receptionist asked me about my relationship with him. "I am his close friend. Is he okay?" I asked, feigning concern. "He is not in critical condition, but the injury to his head has affected his leg nerves. It's likely he won't be able to walk again," the receptionist explained. My heart danced with joy, hidden behind a facade of worry. Mykel's inability to walk meant he would no longer be a threat to me. "That son of a bitch can't even walk anymore. Now I just need to silence him. This is getting easier," I thought to myself with a twisted sense of satisfaction. I made my way down the hallway, anticipation building as I approached Mykel's ward. As I opened the door, I saw his tired and worn-out face. "Who are you?" he questioned, clearly recognizing me. "It's Bobby. Don't you rem

I had finally accomplished my goal, and now it was time for me to settle the debt with Leslie for his work. I quickly texted him, asking if he could meet me. He agreed without hesitation, and we arranged to meet at our secret hideout called Gestalt. It was an enormous abandoned factory deep within a secluded forest, known to only a few. This became our sanctuary, where we could freely converse and engage in activities without the fear of prying ears. As we met at Gestalt, I noticed a hint of guilt on Leslie's face. I began to worry that his previous mission had affected him mentally, possibly hindering his effectiveness. I berated myself for not recognizing this sooner. "How am I going to fix this situation?" I pondered, frustration filling my mind. Then, an idea struck me. I could influence Leslie by using false information to ensure his loyalty remained intact. With that in mind, I praised him for a job well done and handed him $150. As he laid eyes upon the money, a villainous s

Leslie looked at me with concern after I revealed his first task. "But Bobby, what if I get caught?" he asked anxiously, while sitting on the couch. I gazed directly into his eyes and responded confidently, assuring him, "Don't worry, my plan is foolproof. If we execute it perfectly, neither of us will be caught." He quickly regained his confidence and replied, convinced, "Sure, bro. Even if I do get caught, I'm protected by the child protection law. I won't go to jail; I'll only have to do some service work for some months. Hahaha." I was taken aback by his response. Leslie was smarter than I had initially thought. He was right; it was nearly impossible for a 15-year-old in our country to be imprisoned. Despite knowing that executing this plan would harm the man and jeopardize his career, I proceeded anyway. I was astounded by my ability to devise such a clever plan. "Leslie, today is the day we begin our mission." "Fuck, Bobby. I'm nervous. What if we fail? What if the police

Exhausted from the adrenaline rush, I felt drained, and without uttering a goodnight to my parents, I fell into a deep sleep. During the school break, as I walked through the hustling hallways, Leslie sought me out. There was a flicker of remorse in his eyes as he approached me. "Bobby, I'm sorry for dragging you into that. I never thought it would lead to a police chase. We've been smoking almost every day, but we never got caught before," he confessed, his voice tinged with regret.I paused for a moment "No, Leslie, thank you. It actually led to a change in me," I replied, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips. "Anyway, let's hang out again today, huh?" A look of surprise mixed with relief crossed his face. "Sure, man. I'll give you a call, alright?" "Sure," I replied with a nod After arriving home, I anxiously awaited Leslie's call. Finally, after an hour, my phone rang, and it was him. He informed me that he was at a shop near my house, so I hastily grabbed my jacket and

"Fuck, high school is so boring" I said sighting out of boredom. I was now a first year in high school and very popular. Everyone was my friend and the girls loved me, it's only natural when you master the art of seduction, of course the fight against Danny and his boys helped with my popularity. As the final bell rang, signaling the end of the school day, I sat into my seat while everyone left, patiently waiting Nelly's arrival. After a short wait, I saw him standing at the doorway of my classroom, gesturing with a friendly wave, inviting me to join him. I rose from my seat, making my way towards him. We exchanged a firm handshake, with a satisfying pop. Together, we went to the cafeteria, where the tempting aromas of freshly prepared food filled the air. The chef, recognizing us, graciously served us our meals. Finding a comfortable spot, we took our seats at a table of 4 men. While engaging in light-hearted conversation our chat was interrupted when a fat ass silently took a se

One morning, I awoke to the delightful sound of birds singing, their melodious tunes announcing the arrival of summer. As I opened the blinds to my window, I found myself gazing out at the world, lost in thought. At that moment, I had decided that day would mark the end of my torment at the hands of my bullies. Without bothering to put on a shirt, I left my room and headed to the bathroom. There, I stood before the mirror, flexing my well-sculpted muscles. After eight months of rigorous training, my physique had become aesthetically pleasing, combining elements of an intermediate MMA fighter. Furthermore, due to the countless trials of bullying, my emotions had become nearly nonexistent. I had also honed my skills in manipulation, seduction, negotiation, and various other arts that could be employed for my personal gain due to the books I read. However, all these achievements came at a grave cost, I had become an empty vessel, devoid of true humanity.Leaving the bathroom, my body ma