Book Hood Novels & Stories

I later found out he did it all because he was bored, and the boy was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Swallowing thickly, my gaze moves to the guy standing next to him, Haeden. Although mellow compared to Stone, he is just as scary. He glares at me with hooded, red strained eyes. His blue irises glow in the sunlight, and if he had been any other person, I would think they looked beautiful. His blonde hair ruffles in the wind, revealing the scar along his left eyebrow. With one hand shoved into his grey hoodie, the other holds a rolled and lit joint. He is where Henry gets his drugs from. From shitty reggie to cocaine. I can only guess how a highschooler can get his hands on such hardco

Because I know the Green eyed hooded figure will come again, for he is watching me just like Louise Choi. And when that happens, I will confront him, find out who he is and why he is helping me. What is so much about him that the Scorpio Venom Society men disappeared just by looking at him. I will find out, but before that, I- A homeless passes by me, our shoulders bumping into each other and almost throwing me off balance. "Hey!" I exclaim, but the lady doesn't listen, just keeps walking like as if in a daze. But unlike her, I have notice the paper she dropped behind.

I see that the item that had hit me earlier was actually the mop, and I rolled my eyes. I should probably get out of here, but where would I go? I have 30 more minutes until the next bell. So I sit back down and look at my phone. The dark didn’t seem so menacing when I could look forward to meeting the Hoodie guy who seemed harmless, though he was probably a serial killer. Or severely deformed. That’s probably why he is hiding his face. But would I care if his face was different? I’m not sure. His voice and actions seemed to be enough to calm me when I was in a dark spot. So maybe that means there’s more to him than meets the eye. Not literally, though. Because my eyes have never actually se

the red hoodie said and patted Alpha Alvin on his shoulders, while Alpha Alvin's head bent downwards as he looked slightly at the red hoodie as he walked towards the table. Red hoodie suddenly picked up an iron rod which was resting on the table, before walking back to Alvin. "This is a payback for being such an annoyance all through my life for the past ten years," red hoodie said while pointing the iron rod at Alvin, and immediately, he began using it to hit Alpha Alvin's chest with all his strength, before kicking down the chair that Alvin was tied to, making him and the chair fall to the ground, while he continued flogging Alvin with the iron rod.

The bone door did not resist them the second time. Elif touched her still bleeding palm to its surface, and the shadows parted like curtains, the bones grinding against each other as the entrance swung open. She stepped through without hesitation, Niklas close behind her, their footsteps echoing in the darkness beyond. The First Wolf's presence pressed against her skin, not threatening but watchful, like a parent observing a child from across a crowded room.

In the end, he picked up a coming-of-age novel and slipped the thick volume into his coat pocket. A solid book gave a man a strange, comforting sense of civilization. It reminded him that the world had not always been this brutal. He left the rest of the books where they were. If he took too many, he would probably never open them once he got home. By the time he returned to the complex, dusk had settled in. As usual, he summoned Kenneth and the others to maintain order, then contacted all the buildings and told them to send people down to collect food. This time, when Cyrus glanced upward, he noticed something new.

HIS DARKEST SHADE BOOK-THREE ~Prologue~ “Even if you end up hating me for it.” His tone was vicious. “I might scare you,” he continued, his gaze roaming over her trembling form, “but they are far worse—formidable, vicious… and willing to do whatever it takes to get what they want.” He gestured toward her. “Including you.” “Never.” She shook her head, her voice trembling but firm. “I’m not scared of your words. You’re just trying to scare me so I’ll listen to you!”

The weather was a bit chilly, so she grabbed a black hoodie and shrugged it on then walked out of the room. She sauntered into the kitchen and found a redhead sitting on the island absentmindedly munching an apple, totally engrossed in the book she was holding. Najmah had wanted to step out but the title of the book caught her attention, so she walked in and right that moment, the redhead glanced up from her book and settled her gaze on Najmah. "Harry Potter and the cursed child huh?" Najmah smiled at her. "Yeah," the redhead beamed, placing a bookmark on the page before setting the book on the island. "Have you read it?"

I felt a gentle press to my lower abdomen, her buds rubbing against my skin. It struck me that she only had a tiny halter top and a xxx on. Her long legs and exposed back were all I could see. Hannah had a tear on her top, probably from the struggle with the intruder. The outline of her well-endowed bust was visible beneath the fabric. My head started spinning, and I nearly had a nosebleed. I couldn’t talk right. “M-Ms. Lovely, I…” Hannah looked at me tearfully. “I’m so scared, Brook. Can you stay with me tonight?”

I was cornered. While the skeleton continued to advance on me, I shut my eyes and shook my head. “This isn’t real… This isn’t real…” The sound of bones rattling toward me was replaced by the sound of those very bones being kicked to the floor. I opened my eyes to see a large figure in the dark, wearing a hoodie with the hood up, standing over the skeleton as it writhed and kicked on the floor. It swiped a bony hand at the figure and slashed it in the thigh, but the figure retaliated by picking the skeleton up by its throat -- well, where its throat would have been, if it had flesh.