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Instead, he reached down and scooped up Nova—the terrified cyborg girl—tucking her under his massive arm like a stray kitten. "I didn't cross the multiverse just to let my Queen stand in toxic sludge," Caleb muttered, his molten gold eyes scanning the dark alleyways with a lethal, hyper-protective possessiveness. Scarlett pulled the coat tighter around herself, inhaling the intoxicating scent of dark pine, ozone, and pure Alpha that clung to the fabric. A breathtaking, genuine smile curved her lips. "Underground. Lead the way, little Nova," Scarlett commanded gently. "Before the 'tin-cans' in the sky realize what hit them, we need a quiet place to see exactly what is on this hard drive."

"But he wasn't?" "No. No, he wasn't. I guess that we can't have everything in the world. I mean, more times than not, the universe will always try and do something to royally screw you over. And it is always something that you can not fix. I have always wanted someone to love, someone that would not and never betray me. And I know that I found that in Scott. He was perfect, Alexis. So very perfect. He was everything and more than I wanted, and that I needed. He was caring, and compassionate and loving. He was attentive, and there. He was just there. So it was surprising to me, when we were in bed one day that he turned into a pillar of smoke and just dissipated through my hand as I was holdi

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

What right did Tristan have to go to Esther's house now? At that moment, his friend, Matthew Hudson, came up with an idea. "Tristan, I just remembered. The Straburgh investment conference is next month. You can attend, representing your company. Since Russell Group is a major player there, they'll definitely be attending. "Esther is a loyal person. You two have been together for eight years, and they've only known each other for a few months. How can he be compared to you?"

She squeezed it two more times before dropping it in the water close to her chest. Leaning back and relaxing, she let her hands drop on either side of the bath tub. Her left hand reached out for the bottle of wine which laid just below the tub and she lifted it up. Deciding not to bother refilling the now empty glass, she brought the bottle to her lips and tipped her head backward, gulping the red liquid down in a rush. She choked and coughed, placed the bottle down and chuckled sadly. "Omar, I'm really sorry." Hiccup. "I'm really really sorry. But I needed this break, at least I thought that was what I needed.... Bit I miss you terribly...."

Somehow Scott felt Nova knew that someday someone would come here to take Ciara away. Finally, he found the stairs that led to the top floor. And that floor is where Blood Dawn locked up their specimens, including Ciara. There were no guards when he went up, and that only made him suspicious. He had been prepared to face four to eight guards, just like Nova’s record. But there’s nobody here. Scott looked up and saw that the iron-walled and white-fluorescent hallways had no surveillance cameras. This is too easy, Scott thought. Then he heard a familiar scream.

"No, there's no need to. To make everything realistic, my death must seem real. Even if it causes sadness, it must be done. "The Ruin Order can easily crush me, so I still have to think about the long term and consider the situation." After that, Skye's soul recovered a little, and she felt like she had just enough to escape, so she left. … As time passed, Scorpia's frown never relaxed. Somewhere in the courtyard on Visioria, she stood still in thought. "What's going on? Why is it taking so long to kill a guy who is at most in Royal Mastery Realm? There shouldn't be any accidents, right?" Jacob asked anxiously.

Suddenly a mischievous idea came to mind,I grinned taking out the fake robot chrockroaches I made, how about a little prank. I tiptoed to Stacey's room opening the door gently I peeped in to see if she was awake. After making sure she was asleep, I stepped into the room, i gently walked closer to her bed,, lifted her shirt and dropped the chrockroach on her back then left the room. I did the same to Erick and Jace before turning on the robots with the little remote in my hand The chrockroaches began crawling all over their bodies while they woke with a start, they started screaming trying to get the fake bugs of their bodies while I rolled in laughter

His voice dropped low and thundered; “Run.” The rogue obeyed him without any delay. Villagers arrived seconds later with torches and weapons, but it was already over. In the thick of the fight, just as Paul pinned the second rogue to the ground, something shifted. Their scent hit him; it was rancid, not at all like the bloodthirsty pack that haunted his broken memories. This wasn’t a coordinated assault, and these weren’t soldiers. Their eyes were wild with sickness, their movements erratic and desperate. They were probably outcasts who had kicked out of packs and driven mad by the disease festered in their veins.

He opened his eyes wide and faced Sophie. "What the hell is this?" he hit the vial away from Sophie's hand. The vial rolled on the ground but the content didn't spill. Scott ran past Sophie to reach it. Sophie pulled him back throwing him off his feet. She grabbed the vial. Scott quickly stood up and ran the other way. He panted heavily looking behind him with his face clearly depicting fear. "What's happening?" Alpha Jones sprang up from his throne. Sophie ignored him and rushed after Scott. Scott headed to the door. He looked at Sophie behind him and tripped over.