Thriller Novelas e Histórias

Terrifying" which was released in 1982. Well, it sounds weird. Let's play it!" Hayle was about to put the cassette into the player and brought it closer to the microphone on the podium. "Wait!" Tony walked quickly over to Hayle. "Where did you get this?" Hayle gave Tony a strange look, "From Corrine. Why?" "May I see it?" asked Tony. "Sure." Hayle handed the tape to Tony. Tony looked at the tape carefully. He sensed something was wrong. "You'd better not play it." "Why?" asked Hayle.

*Death's POV* I could hear her thoughts and I could smell her. Faster. Faster. Faster. She thought and my hand moved faster on my erect cock. I could hear her as she orgasmed and a loud cry left her lips as my cum squirted out of me with a groan of her name. I wanted to hear her cry my name as she cummed. A knock on my door happened, "Hold up," I say as I pull up my zipper and quickly take some paper cleaning my cum from the wall, "Come in,"

She gives herself to me body and soul. I walk into the gym, and I turn the lights on to find Chase already there, he is running on the treadmill, and his eyes are silver grey. I try to link with him, but he’s impenetrable. He’s gone to his dark place, a dark corner in his mind I am not allowed to invade. We both have a dark corner, it is our safe haven, and I am not getting him out there. Both his fangs are out, and he is running faster than humanly possible.

I can’t go wrong he’s really familiar. “Kill her dude! I think she recognized you already.” Said by the other guy who’s continuously kicking my husband on his back. The familiar guy gradually pointed his gun at me. They say that our body reacts in a three different way on how we felt our environment specially when it smells something dangerous is going to happened. We think of fighting even if we really can't, but sometimes we allso felt to flight the moment when we saw that we are outnumbered. And the last one but not very common is freezing.

The expanse above us was a gorgeous shade of blue, and if I kept my back to the bruised streaks of violet forcing their way from the south, I could almost forget the impending doom hurtling towards us. "You okay?" Lillith asked, stopping beside me. Her almost waist length hair was down, neatly brushed and pushed back over her shoulders. "Yeah. Tired is all." Tired of running from the Sades and their Shadow Men. Tired of seeing their victories heralded in the darkening sky and the used bodies left in their wake. Tired of missing Nick, of not knowing where he was or if he was even alive anymore and tired of feeling like a pale skinned, violet eyed freak.

He eyes us both before explaining. "You're right. Whether you chose to disclose the update about Mazari Electronics or not, it wouldn't matter." "Why not?" "The triad has become aware of a new threat. He calls himself the Reaper. He took out the Black Dragons in Los Angeles and seems to be going after the 14K."

Marco turned to me, his gaze pinning me down like he was trying to find something more than what he could see. "_Tutti dobbiamo imparare a modo duro_.."He took a step closer, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper and the gun went off. "(We all have to learn the hard way.) Blood splattered everywhere on the wall behind him. Silence reigned, the cool breeze swept through the club's backyard and I just stood there. A witness to a murder. Marco DeSantos had just shot someone dead! TBC.

By the time I came back to my senses, we were behind a hut in a dark alley that looked void of life and Human. I was about turning back when I heard voices. This time, it wasn't only me because I heard Shirley gasp and as fast as I could, I covered her mouth. Slowly and stealthily, I walked towards the sharp. edge of the hut, wanting to see what made that noise. The first thing I saw was a gun pointed at a dead and bloodied body. I traced the hand holding the gun, and my sight met that of the pair of eyes that'll forever hunt me.

Her fingers bumped something metallic, half-buried beneath a collapsed plank of wood. She tugged gently, uncovering a small, rusty tin. Her heartbeat spiked excitedly. Inside, wrapped in what looked like satin, was a flash drive… and a folded note bearing yet another cryptic message: Truth has teeth. Bite before it bites you. —M. She clutched it tightly, her hands shaking as she stood and hurried quietly back through the tunnels to her room. ************************************************** When Sergio found her in the study half an hour later, she didn’t even glance up. The screen in front of her glowed faintly in the dark room.

It might be another Thompson, perhaps she misheard. I did my best not to believe that. I really did but the truth however felt like a biting reality. And it always manages to bite now as I try to ignore it. My phone buzzed a couple of hours later as I was unpacking. Unknown Number: Mrs. Thompson, welcome home. Or should I say the sister of Miss Camille? I frowned. What the hell?. Then a second message arrived. Unknown Number: Watch and cry my love. It had a video file attached. I was hesitant to click.