Chill Skeleton Novels & Stories

Turning on the shower to the coldest setting, I step under. My skin sings as the icy water cascades down my body. The itch is now dull. I rest my head against the tiled wall. My skin prickles with each movement. It feels like thousands of needles piercing my skin and I need relief. My talons extend and my teeth turn to sharp points.

she asked. "I'm not done yet" Her mouth hung open in shock, she felt chills run down her spine. Dex wasted no time again he roughly removed the towel that covered his lower part and landed on her again taking her energetically against her will. She had no other option but to give in to his demands.

Bradley stood up and tapped him on the back before he went out the door. ********* MAXINE ROBERTS They stood side by side in the dressing room. The fresh new batch of the Silver Tongue Chippendales. There were five of them, all wearing the same sailor's uniform, very skimpy underwear underneath, and toned muscles that have been smeared with oil before they put on their clothes. Bradley had told them to wait for him in that formation because he was bringing a special guest to meet them before the show.

Only if I had known my soul would have been sold for nothing, I would have ended it. The room hadn't changed a bit all these years. Same dark walls that made the room intimidating and the absolute perfection in the way it was organized just as its owner, hiding all that evil just barely underneath the surface, simmering and waiting for the perfect time to strike its prey. I repressed a shudder and took a seat waiting for him to notice my presence in the room. He was writing in a journal on the desk, I had always wondered what he wrote in there, the number of people he killed, or the latest mission he accomplished?

"Mrs. Simpson, I beg you. Please tell me where Summer is buried. I'll do anything you ask me." "Absolutely not," Mom said mercilessly. Andrew had tried to get my skeleton back to the neurosurgical department, but unfortunately, since it was a specified donation, it couldn't be changed. I didn't particularly care—it was a donation, so it didn't matter where it was placed. Yves did not think so. He disinfected the spot that he had prepared for my skeleton at least eight times. It was weird; I'd never thought that I would be able to see my entire skeleton.

Heather's POV I got out of the shower and put on one of the sexiest lingerie from my closet. It was a lace cotton gown that was slit by the sides and had a backless view. It also had matching panties that had holes in the pussy and anal area for better penetration. I sprayed my seductive cocktail mists and perfumes, making sure that all parts of my body was drenched in it and I came out of the bathroom, the first thing hitting me was the slow sounds.

He had pushed Damian’s spare ammo crates onto the floor to make room for his book. Damian sat on the floor, his back against the wall, his stone leg stretched out. He was cleaning the Hammer. "You're in my seat," Damian grunted. "It's a comfortable chair," the Skeleton rasped. "For a jailer." The Skeleton turned a page of the skin-book. "Your son," the Skeleton mused. "He is clever. He hardened his shell. He made himself... crunchy." "He made himself tough," Damian corrected. "Inedible," the Skeleton agreed. "For now. My hounds do not like metal. It breaks their

It thrashed on the ground, limbs twitching like they were trying to tear themselves free, and smoke curled off its blackened skin. Allen’s eyes snapped to it. “Is it—?” “Reacting to the skeleton,” I growled, narrowing my eyes. “I think so.” I stepped toward it with the skeleton in my arms, and the creature shrieked. It made a sound so shrill and desperate that it made my ears ring. The closer I got, the worse it shook, like the very presence of the bones was hurting it. I dropped the skeleton right beside it, and as it touched the ground, the part of the creature nearest to the skeleton began to sizzle.

Beneath the moonlight, the room wasn't as illuminated as it was during the day, but I could still see clearly. When I turned my head, I saw that Zane wasn't here! He must have gone to the basement to "work out". This time, I wanted to see with my own eyes what kind of "workout" he was doing. When I sat up, I heard a rattling noise as my left hand was pulled down. I tugged harder, only to find a silver handcuff around my wrist! The handcuff was connected to a chain that was firmly tied to the leg of the bed frame!

Ludo stood still and the car pulled by her. A tall dark beautiful woman came out of the car. She wore a denim short and a white crop top. Her feet were bare. She came out with a bottle of Hunters dry in her hand. Ludo looked at her and wondered why she didn’t have any shoes on. “I’m sorry. I’m lost,” the woman walked to Ludo. “It’s ok. Where are you heading to?” “I’m looking for Zamiwe Sakala.” “Zamiwe Sakala?” Ludo asked surprised.