Chika Fnaf Novels & Stories

He shook her hand with his, flashing his pearly white teeth. "Pleasure is all mine," Diana replied, crinkling her nose. Lucas found the mannerism cute. "Who would have thought I would be someone's knight in shining armor." He grinned. "That's a stretch--" She snorted. 'This guy is easy to talk to.' Diana contemplated. "Alright. Thanks again. Have a good night." Diana turned to leave. "Wait!" Lucas stopped her. "Can I add you in Chatify?" Chatify is a trending social media app in today's generation. It allows you to call, text, video call, send stickers, send payments, follow trending news and do live videos.

Zaika's pov The air was getting colder the further north our group went. I let my hellfire spark across my bare chest for warmth and Bryce side-eyed me. "Are you related to Zurac Volkov?" He questioned curiously. I lifted my palm and the blue energy. "I don't believe so. I have no memory of my biological parents or family relatives, sir, "I said firmly and squeezed the hellfire ball in my hand, extinguishing it in my fist. Bryce shook his head and added, "Zurac had an actual fire, not that blue stuff. His daughter Raven had the blue though. Anyway, please just call me Bryce." He gave me a lopsided grin and I nodded. My ears perked up hearing crunching in the distance.

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He’s probably marking Malik right now, a vicious voice whispered in his mind. “Let’s take that walk in the park near the Obsidian Crown Plaza,” Chika said abruptly, slamming his phone down. “I need the night air before my wolf breaks through my skin.” “This place isn’t exactly the best spot for an elite performance,” Chika muttered, looking around the foggy, desolate clearing of the mafia-controlled park. “There’s hardly anyone around to hear the execution song.” “And am I not an audience?” Richie retorted, leaning against a black iron streetlight. “Besides, a true performer can dominate any territory. If you want it, everything around can be your pack. Stand under that light and show the ni

The cigar slipped from Lucien’s mouth. The entire room froze. I spoke calmly. “Now I have chips.” “So tell me, Lucien.” “Are you calling or not?” Thirty minutes remained before the moment I died in the crocodile pit in my last life.

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m