Billy Barker Fear Street Novels & Stories

I was hysterical when Hamdan even brought the object closer to me. "Aaaaaa!" I screamed loudly as her hair touched my thigh. "Don't Hamdan, let go. Let him go!" I screamed louder when Hamdan put it on my thigh. I looked into his eyes glaring at me. I suddenly felt dizzy. Honestly, I can not meet this one creature. It would be better if I met the top class mafias than having to see this thing. I'm still traumatized when I watch Chucky's latest horror film series which was released last month. If you don't know, just try looking for a horror doll movie with that title. Enough, I can't do anything. “Ahahahahahaha, I'm so scared Evan. You bastard.”

he raised an eyebrow. The girl frowned and he could see that he was getting to her. “But…but…” “It’s impossible, Milly, you know that. If you ask me, I think you had a dream, a bad one in fact. Your mommy told you to be afraid of us so naturally its understandable if you have a nightmare about your scary neighbor, don’t you think? Look at me, Milly, do I look scary to you?”

Frost's POV Billy was persuasive with his eyes and his words. It was as though he had seen evil in its deadliest form, trembling over what should have been mere words. How dangerous could these random people be? And when I paused for a few more seconds, I could feel his fear transferred into me. I couldn't deduce how it happened, but I found myself lost in thoughts. My mind already began crafting a thousand scenarios that could go wrong at the mating ceremony. And a part of me urged that the ceremony be cancelled.

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.

Shawn explained caressing her face. Billy turned, walked towards Stephanie’s room, and stopped in front of the glass door. She was still asleep… this was a good sign. His heart sunk remembering how she was the night before. Crying and yelling out of fear and pain, the tears of frustration and exhaustion, the silence that followed every panic attack she had...

Speaking of which…he has not come home yet even though it’s past four in the afternoon, the time that he promised to me that we’ll be having a marathon of N*****x movies and shows. “Where are you and why have you managed to reach out to me?” A heartbeat later, I found myself conversing with the quietude again. She was gone, maybe because I urged her to. This shit is already scaring me. Just by the thought of hearing your dead friend’s voice while bathing in the sight of the pool is such a hair-raising, save-me-Tyler-please kind of situation. But my curiosity didn’t balk even for a second. So I let it take over, better let it lead my actions rather than letting fear guide my hands. I scanned

Billy said with a smile after dropping her off, but Aurora could see the threat in his eyes. For a split second, fear gripped her. Billy’s anger may not be directed at her, but she couldn't stop the fear slowly crawling down her spine. She has started a war, and if she is not careful, she will be caught in the crossfire. And then the memory dissolved, the past folding back into the present. “So,” Bobby said after a long silence, “you signed a deal with the devil.” Aurora exhaled slowly. “Pretty much.”

Jax looked at me with a serious expression. “Of course I do! I wasn’t born yesterday! It means when you’re scared of something, like I fear my father for example.” I through my hands up in the air. Jax chuckled and took my face in his hands softly making me look directly at him. “No honey. The word fear is more of an acronym.” I scrunched my face up in confusion. “Ok now you got me 38 shades of confuzzled fucked. Explain yourself.” Jax laughed and dropped his hands. “You’ve been hanging around Alida WAY to long hun. She’s rubbing off on you.” He said as he got up to get a pen and paper.

BILLIE I am the thing they're afraid of. As we walked around campus that first day, that was the thought that struck me the most: they're afraid of me. There are all sorts of rumors and legends about werewolves who have been turned by the bite of another wolf, I've learned. Rumors that we're bigger. Stronger. More powerful. More vicious. More…paranormal.

I shout out, almost crying. Nothing. We sit there and wait to see movement, but nothing happens. I look at her clock and it’s 11:32 p.m. Deciding that it is now or never, I ask one final question. “Billy, are you watching over me?” The pointer starts to move again. This time it moves to no, then I watch as it spells out something. She says in a very soft scared voice, “It spells, you are dead.” She looks at me with fear in her eyes.