Among Us Ripoff Novels & Stories

Blood is pooled around his body, a loud scream escapes her mouth and she falls on her knees by him and starts trying to turn him around. Daniel stares at all the mess blankly and slowly approaches the shop. “You did this.” Peter comes up from the stairs looking all black and blue. Daniel stops himself from entering the shop and stands outside the door silently watching him. “You did this to us!” Peter walks to Antony and slowly tries to pick him up. “Why are you saying that Peter? What happened here?” Cheyenne cries frantically while helping him pick Antony up. “A bunch of men came looking for him they said he murdered someone and ran from the asylum. When we denied knowing him they started

Rumor said she made tens of thousands just from gifts. Viewers pieced together her hints and started attacking Reed Group's official account. I was furious. "How can someone be this shameless? She's using Reed Group's name to scam people. This is intentional!" Jackson was annoyed too. He told Dexter to contact the platform and shut her stream. But Christina was prepared. She switched to another site instantly and kept crying. She claimed the ban proved she was telling the truth. The internet exploded even more. People claimed Reed Group banned her because they were guilty. They became even more convinced that Christina was telling the truth.

"I think we should just let the sales assistant beat her to death. People like her are nuisances. If she pulls some kind of scam on us or our family, we'll be in big trouble." "I agree. I agree!" … The chattering crowd was clamoring to beat me to death. Kelly took advantage of the situation and stood on a platform. Holding a microphone, she directed the spotlight toward my face. "Anyone who punches this woman will receive 10,000 dollars from me. Anyone who slaps her will receive 20,000 dollars. The more severe it is, the higher the reward. I'll cover all the medical expenses!" She mouthed silently to me. Just as I was about to be drowned in the crowd, I finally realized what she said. "I've

In every account, there was $1,000,000, and I knew that without a doubt, this was why Rip had been there. It was just one more thing that I didn’t understand about him. Why was he willing to give children everything, while he chose to give his wife nothing? I had been good to him. For fuck’s sake, I had even given him access to Naomi. If I had known that providing that to him would be my downfall, I would have kept him away from her. This whole mess was her fault, and I was completely over it! Shaking my head to clear my thoughts for the second time that night, I pulled my phone out of my pocket to snap pictures of all the accounts. I had a friend at that particular bank, and I knew that wit

The breach in the safe room was patched up for now, but everyone knew it wouldn't last for long. I reached out to steady Audrey. "Mom, I'm going with you!" I glanced at the blood on the floor. My voice was firm. "Everyone's counting on us. If we push through, we still have a shot!" Audrey looked at me for a long moment, then finally nodded. I helped her along as we moved forward. A zombie had torn off her left arm, and blood was pouring out of her.

he answers. "Rip my heart out, Hiro." His voice was cold when he said it with finality, every word was sharp and piercing, and his eyes were challenging him to do it. Hiro looked around to find that nobody was batting an eye. As if it wasn't a rare occurrence for the psychopath in front of him to just ask anyone to rip his fucking heart out. And he had never killed a man nor a supernatural. Ripping one's heart out equates to death. No being had managed to live from it. At least none that he knows of.

"Don't worry. As long as I bring up the past every now and then, that fool will be completely wrapped around my finger. How could he possibly remember Giselle's sacrifices?" Maryanne suddenly snatched my phone from my hand and smashed it to the ground. The room fell into dead silence. "Ambrose, I don't know how she did it, but I never said anything like that. You have to believe me! I know what's going on—this is AI face-swapping! That bitch swapped my face onto someone else to turn you against me!" She clung to Ambrose's sleeve desperately, terror written all over her face. Ambrose's face was ashen as he pried her hands off him.

They exploded outside, sending Ben scrambling back into the house, crying in fright. Aunt Mary immediately claimed he had been injured and refused to let us leave. I yanked open the car door and said, “Fine. Let’s go to the hospital. We’ll cover all the medical expenses.” Her arrogance faltered for a moment. Just then, her phone rang. She answered, and when she hung up, she burst into laughter. “Oh, Allison! You’ve really overplayed your little act this time! Do you call yourself a company partner? Leslie just told me everything—you're nothing but an unemployed fraud!

The gym reeked of sweat, glue, and aerosol paint. Heat pooled beneath the rafters and refused to leave; the wheezing fans only pushed it around like a bad smell. Streamers hung in arterial swags—deep reds, bruised browns, oily blacks—dripping from beams as if they’d grown there, pulsing on their own. Jasmine crouched over a row of fake headstones, a slash of grey on her cheek where she’d absently wiped at sweat with paint still wet on her fingers. The names were jokes, inside references and petty digs—HERE LIES MATHS, R.I.P. CURFEW, TRAVIS’S BRAIN (ABSENT)—but every time she wrote R.I.P. her stomach pinched. She kept seeing the letters scrawled in the sand, perfect and wrong, with no footpri

They had seen my supposed 'matchmaking flyer' at a local park. The flyer had not only had my phone number, but had also included detailed personal information about me. Worst of all, it had explicit slogans plastered on it: 'Lonely and desperate, yearning for relief.' 'Everything's ready in bed. I'm just waiting for you.' 'Urgently seeking a lover—the first to succeed, I'm yours to do with as you please!' After seeing the flyer, the two men had called the number listed. The person on the other end had gleefully agreed after hearing their 'qualifications.'