Agony Fnaf Novels & Stories

“Which ones are those?” “Just the black widows. And, like, the brown ones.” Agnar Agnar was exhausted, aching, heartsick, and for the first time in a long time, he felt a pervasive sense of hopelessness about where his pack was heading. Even if he wasn’t supposed to feel a thing.

Felen’s cry of pain in her deep sleep made Aghnya cry even louder. “I’m sorry, Felenia,” she whispered as she held Felen’s hand. Feeling guilty for having lost control and attacking Felen, who didn’t have any faults. She didn’t know when she would lose control of her unstable emotions again. Even now, she still couldn’t control her anger well. Little things that she finds annoying could make Aghnya’s emotions explode. ***

A growl of annoyance slipped past my lips. Of all the days I could fall sick, it had to be the day I was returning home to claim what was rightfully mine, the position of the Alpha of Blackwood pack. "Do you think it's nervousness?" My wolf, Zander asked. He too was disturbed by my uneasiness as it would whimper whenever the ache intensified as it had been doing since it began. "No. I am not nervous, Zander. I am fucking happy but too bad this ache is barring my joy."

"No, he didn't. But my boys were able to find out who's behind it after thoroughly investigating the whole thing." "Who?" Brain asked, his voice filled with venom. He knew it was no other than Kayla and as soon as his thoughts were confirmed by Davis, he was going to contact different people and channels that would help ruin her. "Anastasia is behind it," Davis revealed. Brian's forehead creased. He suddenly looked lost and confused. "Anastasia? Who's Anastasia?" He asked, trying to remember if he knew anyone bearing Anastasia. "Ana Brooke." Brian's heart fell as soon as he heard the name. "What the.....? Ana? My Sister's best friend?" He asked in disbelief.

I cant give up. I am not a strong swimmer. The words ring in my head as I rest my forehead, against the glass. Both my palms on the glass. I don't know how long time has passed but one thing is for sure, the tank has filled up really high. The water has now my reached chest and I am wet, to the bone. I've cried out so much for help that I nearly lost my voice, I can't seem to find a way out and I refuse to panick. If I panick, then I'll lose faith. I can't do that.

My Nightmare Natty's POV It was morning already and last night was a long night. I never knew he was that insatiable.I lot count as to how many times we did it. Thinking about it, I smiled. I looked over to him and smiled more. He was still sleeping like a baby. I tried standing up but I felt pain in my thighs. I tried again but I just groaned. My groaning woke him up,he was baffled and asked. "Baby are you alright..."he asked in a husky voice.

"Hoor ul Ain..... for God's sake, open your eyes.... looking into my guilty-stricken eyes....then if you want you can distance me from your life, but please....... for once tell me, that you have forgiven me...." ********

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

"Owhhh!" "Afgan!" shouted Aiyana in panic. “Fire ....” Afgan exclaimed hoarsely. His forehead was soaked with sweat the size of corn kernels. “Fire?” Aiyana was confused by the situation, but she still tried to help Afgan to lie down on the bed. “Bik Marni,” Afgan said hoarsely. “Why did she say Bunda's little name?” Aiyana was not deterred by the increasingly mysterious confusion, but she shook her head slowly and finally after much effort, she managed to lay Afgan's body down on the bed.

And from this distance, I wasn’t supposed to be able to hear a damn thing but my hyper fixation on them made it very easy to. “Eyes front, Cara Mia,” he said to her while the endearment he used, my love, felt like acid against my own veins. Her spine went rigid, her eyes fluttering as she forced her gaze away from me and fixed it forward instead. Like she was ignoring me. My jaw locked as my nails pressed into my palm so hard I could swear that I had drawn my own blood. But then I exhaled slowly. The rage didn’t fade, not at all, it just settled. It had to. For now.