Novels by Army Dude

“And so to you, my friends, I lift my glass. I am honored to be, as always, the Host of the World.” LaRue sat down and poured himself a glass of red wine. In front of him was a plate of pasta and a simple salad. “This season has allowed to reconnect with myself, but more importantly, I have reconnected with you.” “This is why the meals this year have been different. Simpler.” Twirling some pasta on his fork, “life gets complicated. Your meals shouldn’t be.” He takes a drink. “Until next time, I’ll keep a place set for you.” “Cut.” “De-Von, that was your best’n yet.” “Thanks Mr. Melvin.” He slid the plate of pasta acr

With this, Tony started to laugh. “It’s too bad we’re not on the same side, Chef. You got cojones the size of Yankee Stadium.” “Who said we’re on different sides? What side are you on?” “I am on my side Chef.” LaRue laughed. “Tony that’s like saying you use water when you take a bath.” He grabbed the recorder and threw it into the front of the car. “Ok, so you heard my proposal. Let’s assume Teddy is somewhere else.” He raises his voice and talks to Teddy. “Sorry Ted, I’m going to treat you as invisible. But I’m sure that’s no different that Box treats you.” He turns back to Tony. “Ok, fat boy. Me and you. Mono a mono.” Tony leans forward and cups LaRue’s fac

That information was going to make this hit more personal that anything LaRue done before. He was nervous. Hell he was scared. In the past, even when his events might have ended in his death, the chef had taken the brazen confidence he had learned from Tommy. With more swagger than smarts, LaRue simply did what he was told. His time with The Box would now be personal. After making one final note, the chef grabbed his two prepared injections left his office and his home. He read Em’s note taped on the door. ‘Doc, I’m with Cowatv at Statler Park. We will spend a few hours here. You know he’s always tuckered out afterwards. I’ll stop afterwards, grab a hotdog and let

LaRue sat in his office. He was having a ‘writer’s rush’ as he called it. Writing about himself was boring and usually took a long time for that reason. However, there were times he almost found it impossible to keep up with the flood of words rushing to the page. Both he and Emily were back at home. He sat in his office and had been writing nonstop for two hours. Emily and Cowatv were playing outside. Coffee steamed from the cup beside him, almost forgotten in his quest to get words on the page. Beside his cup was a syringe filled with his ten percent solution and Vitamin B12 . What does it mean to be ‘America’s Guest?’ It means that millions of people trust me enough to think of me as family. Beyond Grandpa Lou an

In the two weeks since LaRue had gotten home, he had ran over and over in his mind things he could have done differently after leaving Ford’s estate. After killing her, he hadn’t bothered cleaning anything up. After looking through her appointment book, he saw she had nothing listed for another two days. Ray had one of his old associates watching the house. He watched LaRue’s car leave, then slipped in through the unlocked door. From there, Ford’s body would disappear with nothing more than the few bits of blood left behind. “We did everything we could Chef D.” “I know that Ray. I’m just worried about Tony.” LaRue sipped his coffee. One of the few things he insisted he traveled with was his coffee grinder and French press. He had ground two this morning, which was the last of his beans.

On his ride back to Ford’s estate the next morning, the chef thought of his conversation with Ray. It was a surprise knowing that Tony was the next hit. “He was not one of the three in your original dossiers.” LaRue had told Ray. “The more I get into doing this, the longer the list becomes. So I start re-prioritizing.” The chef heard papers rustling. “You sound very busy. Should I call back?” “I’m going through a script spec. It’s a decent story by a guy I went to high school with.” Ray laughed. “My God, Harry the Hippo has a good story, but he can’t write for shit.” LaRue chuckled. “With a name like Harry the Hippo, he must have a few stories in him.”

Hoboken, New Jersey July 1841 Cain sat here because he had to think. When he began this, he had had a plan. “It was kill apes, create chaos. Then kill more apes. Then kill more apes. Finally, it was to kill the Ambassador.” Now, nothing was working exactly as it was supposed to. “First the Council decided on sending my younger brother to stop me. MY YOUNGER BROTHER THING!! He is a small picture guy. He has no concept of what I am doing. How DARE the Council believe they have the authority to stop me. No being has ever attempted to stop me.” “Next, the Ambassador DARES to give me orders.” “Lastly.” He stopped. He didn’t want to say it. “Lastly, thing, I have the beginnings of the Curse.” Thing laughed, silently but heartily. He stared at the wall in front of him. Spread out

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Quadrant 7 Ian had stopped the ship. “It is time I fill you in,” he said. In front of us was an image of the earth. “How familiar are you with your planet’s mythology?” “You mean like Bigfoot, or the Loch Ness Monster?” “I mean what is known as the Bible.” ”Wait right there, buster

Lexington, KYOctober 27, 1961 This murder would be the one that would initially get my attention and put Lexington on my radar for places to move to. But what I wouldn’t find out until many years later is that this murder is the only one that was planned many years earlier. And was done so WITH THE INTENT of getting me involved. I can assume that Muah, being the one who gave Cain the idea to kill, is also the one who wanted me involved. But why me? I come from common stock, as some call it. He never finished high school, and neither did his parents. But dad never needed school. He w

Domi-ium Second Cycle Past 9F The Ambassador had gone to his