Cliffhanger Novels & Stories

I’m halfway through organizing the winter supply inventory when my phone buzzes. A name flashes across the screen. Delaney Warren. I freeze. Delaney hasn’t called anyone in eighteen years. I answer immediately. “Delaney?” Her voice is tight, urgent. “Clara… I need your help.” I don’t ask questions. Not yet. Not when her tone tells me everything I need to know. “I’ll come,” I say. “Tell me where.” “Hallow’s Edge,” she replies. “By nightfall.”

I stayed behind in the garden turning over everything I'd just noticed, the stress scent Harlan had described exactly as faint and exactly as real as he'd said, the flicker of something complicated crossing Lenin's face at the mention of the gathering, at the mention of surviving things. I texted Harlan the moment their car pulled away. I met him. You were right about the scent. Something's definitely there. His reply came fast. Did he say anything specific? He said something strange about surviving things costing people, right after I mentioned the gathering. Felt like it meant more than it should have. Small thing. Might be nothing. Or might not be, he wrote back. Declan's still digging. W

“Can we just not make it a late night, please? We can stay for like an hour and then we can come home. The guys are asking if I’ve got the internet hooked up yet. They want to play the new COD game.” As they stepped out onto the porch, Hazel locked the front door, her boots creaking on the weather-beaten steps. She glanced over at him, head cocking to the side. “Is COD a fishing game?” “Oh my God,” Max laughed, slinging his arm across her shoulders as they crunched over the gravel, beginning the trek to the Callahan place. “It’s a first person shooter, babe. Call of Duty.” “Sounds fascinating,” she replied sarcastically, earning her a playful shove.

My hole kept quivering and twitching around my fingers long after the peak faded. I collapsed into the chair again, legs still spread, fingers still buried, breathing hard. The deadline sat unfinished on the screen. My cunt kept giving soft, helpless little flutters around my knuckles. My nipples were red and aching. I whispered to the empty room in a hoarse voice: “Client can wait. I’m not done.” Then I started moving my fingers again.

Chris _________________________________________________________________________ Hailstorm’s POV It had been a mistake to hook up with some random at a fraternity. But the bigger mistake (if that was even possible) is taking Lacy along with me to buy the stupid pregnancy test. Lacy was one thing and that thing was LOUD. Like – everything she did somehow caught someone’s attention.

Hayley added slowly turning her gaze to Claire. "Yes, could be." Claire said still looking outside the glass window. "You know Santa Claus isn't ugly right?" Alec said catching his breath. "Yea right!" Hayley scoffs slightly elevated.

Seeing, Lucifer becoming impatient, Max removed a item from his inventory which started glowing brightly in Max's hand. System: Warning! cliffhanger ahead..... Author:(Evil smile)Haha hahaha a...too late....

“I shall name you, Cliffhanger.” The horse answered with a snort. Yvayn climbed off the horse and led it to a spring to drink. He then went to get his cloak and sword. He took a rope from his few supplies and tied it around Cliffhanger’s neck. He then realized he was still hungry and had not eaten since he had the grapes and a few other wild berries. He tugged on the rope and Cliffhanger came to his side.

If she could somehow maneuver him directly under the opening, she could climb onto his back, and she might just be able to reach it. Getting him to stand still while she stood on his back was going to be the hard part. She crept up on Homer, making sure to stay in his line of sight, and began talking to him. Cherryl hoped he’d calmed down enough to take in the soothing tone of her voice. "Hey, Homer," she cooed. "I need you to do something for me, and you probably won't like it, but it might be our only chance of getting out of here."

“Change is terrifying, especially for creatures like us. But fear fades. They’ll see the strength in your choice eventually.” She didn’t respond, her gaze returning to the horizon. --- The Cliffhanger A sudden gust of wind swept through the hill, carrying with it a faint, haunting whisper. Aria stiffened, her eyes narrowing. “Did you hear that?” “Hear what?” I asked, but even as I spoke, the whisper grew louder, swirling around us like a phantom. “The chains may be broken, but the shadows remain.” The voice was low and chilling, sending a shiver down my spine.