Barnaby X Fantoccio Novels & Stories

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.

She added before she turned away from us. Jacopo and I sat by the counter and watched as she worked. It was only them that I thought to ask about the Fimbars. "What happened to the Fimbars?" I asked. Jacopo took a few seconds to answer. "I don't know, yet. I'm sure Dante will do something with them." He replied. "Though I doubt he will let them stay after what Anthony Jhon did, but maybe he might be mercifull." "You don't sound like you believe that." I commented, making him chuckle.

Everything was perfectly kept. But even perfection has small flaws. Even when you're in control, you can still feel a deep wanting. It was one of those nights when I couldn't sleep that led me to search online. I looked at websites with names that sounded like secrets whispered in quiet, forgotten places. That's when I saw him. He wasn't advertised as a person, but as a "Perfect Companion." The ad said he was a Succubus, but the word didn't scare me. It promised he was handsome, loyal, and would meet all emotional needs. No returns or exchanges were allowed.

“Two things, actually. They’re new. Never used. I bought them thinking about you… but only if you want them.” My heart raced as he reached into the drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a sleek black vibrator and a soft red ball gag with straps. I stared at them, a fresh wave of heat flooding between my legs. Patrick watched my face carefully. “We can put them away right now. No pressure. Tell me what you want, baby.” I licked my lips, pulse hammering. “I want them,” I whispered. “I want you to use them on me.” His eyes darkened with approval and hunger. He set the toys beside us and gently cupped my face.

"That sounds like you." He sat in the chair near the window and leaned the crutch against the wall. Barnaby was by the window, his nose pressed to the glass, watching a pigeon on the ledge outside. The pigeon turned its head and flew away and Barnaby watched it go, then walked to his water bowl and drank. The shears moved and the fabric parted, long stroke, short stroke, the sound filling the loft the way it always filled the loft, like breathing that came from someone else's lungs but lived in the room as if it belonged there.

From the way Atticus had pulled out the needles, Barnaby could already tell that Atticus did not know how to do acupuncture at all. Since he didn't know how, then he couldn't have been the one who stuck the needles in. Barnaby wasn't the kind of person who was envious of others' talent, but he had no good feelings toward those who tried to steal the credit of others, especially if they were doctors. "What is going on?" Ambrose suddenly roared at Atticus. He wasn't a doctor, but he had sensed something from what Barnaby had said. How could someone who could pull the needles out wrongly be able to stick them in correctly? It was impossible!

Thanks to Samson Perry, now not only was her day going to be long and tiring, but she was going to be frustrated and pissed off too. ________ Joe's bar was owned by a vampire named Joe. It was at this bar that most of the vampire's hung out, because here, they could be themselves. They could use their powers without worrying about being seen by humans A few humans usually visited the bar, but most of the time, they had been compelled and mostly brought in by vampires to use as blood bags. The vampire would feed on the human, sometimes even taking turns with their friends until they were sure the human couldn't take anymore, then they would heal them and compel them to forget.

A mysterious voice echo followed by a teasing chuckles. "Y-yes! Encantos. You are encantos, beings who wear white vivid dresses, pointed ears, maple hair and blue eyes. R-right?" Fabien exclaims. The mysterious voices turns into pure silence. Then, a perfect description of what Fabien has said, appears directly in front of him. It is a little girl, "Let's play!" Then followed by the others. The oldest seems to be of age with Lucia. She walks forward and confronts the two.

a tall man with a jagged scar said, voice low and gravelly. Another goon spun a knife lazily. “Boss says no time to waste,” he said with a wicked grin, eyes lingering on Annabelle. “But… maybe we have some fun first.” Annabelle stiffened, her breath hitching. “Touch me and you’re dead,” Abigail snapped coldly, chin raised. “I’m Richard Barton’s fiancée.” The scarred man laughed darkly. “Exactly. That’s why this is gonna be fun. Let’s see what the great Barton does when we break his toys.”

Nevertheless, I will do whatever I have to until she sees me as the man she wants to be with again. I went to a rave that Barnaby decided to throw. He was constantly doing this type of thing. Near the end of the night, he would put a potion into the human’s drinks so they would forget anything that happened. It was an excellent way to get human blood and not have to explain it away through mind control. Of course, some people were more resistant than others, so it took more energy to make them forget.