Dazzle Fnaf Novels & Stories

Suddenly, the place gets darker, I can't see Will and Zayn, only flashes of blue and green. "Where is Willa?" Zayn says, and in a second we are swarmed by running people in scary costumes. I see Zayn and Will running towards the exit, and I join them, adrenaline and mock fear in my veins, and just as I'm about to get to the exit, I feel something, someone touch me, and I feel the sizzling jolt across my entire body, the familiar feeling that only Fiona had given me, Fiona! "Fiona!" I yell

I held it in my hand and looked carefully at it. No this can't be. Suddenly, Memeories flood my brain. *where did you get that* *it was a birthday present* *it is pure evil* *as long as you wear that thing, evil will continue to follow you* *this is your future* OH MY GOD! Just as my heart was pounding against my chest, the bracelet sparkled. THE END

“The Millenium Dreams!” My heart pounded, and I immediately traced Sancha's line of sight. Just looking at them made me feel like I was in Mt. Olympus. They all look like gods...and goddess. Yes, a goddess. There's a girl who was talking and laughing with Zeeve innocuously. She has an angelic face as well. I don't recall hearing a female voice while listening to their band. Was she a member of their band? Or maybe it's Zeeve's girl?

She asked as she looked at him, slightly puzzled. “Yes and no,” he said as he ran his fingers through her hair and spread it out on the pillow behind her. “We are still human, just different from most humans. However, we are the same as well. I know it is hard to distinguish the hows and whys of that statement, but I know you know that already. Our kind is rare. Very rare. I have done a lot of research on the fact they mostly end up with total humans, and as far as I found, you and I may be the first pair of star dust children who ended up together. We will be on our own timetable. Our human side has its higher needs that have to be met, but so does our star dust side. I did notice that star

"Go turn around!" "Why would I? How did you do that? How? Those bigshots of the underground party, why did they looked fearful towards you?" Kaye couldn't kept her curiosity. To be able to tamed such as bigshot like Brightmoon and Azure of the underground circle? "Nah, it's none of your business." Jae said nonchalantly. "Huh?" Kaye's eyes widened. "Is Hazel knew about this?" As soon as Jae heard his wife's name, he was startled and a cold shiver run down on his spine. His brows knitted as he suddenly stopped the car on the roadside.

She jokes and I sense her anxiety but decided not to let her know and just smile at her. “With the power and faith entrusted to me, I present you, Pandora.” Selene announces raising her hands to the night sky and everyone cheers. The dome that raised when the ritual began was coming down in little snowflakes of light. I was amazed at everything around me. It was like I had another way to see life.

Alizey whispered lightly. "WHAT?" Muskan yelled in a high pitch voice. "That dumbo got married and he didn't even invite me...OH MY ALLAH!!! Did he convert?" She asked flabbergasted. At her words Alizey's face fell and she replied with a simple. "No." Muskan looked at her confused. "Then h-how I don't understand" "Wait! Is t-that a burning smell!" Muskan's eyes widened in complete horror as she made a dash towards her house probably in a failed attempt to save her burned cookies.

“How have you been?” Daisy barely hugged back. She was already moving, fingers trailing over the marble counter, peeking into rooms like she was on a tour. “That pest infestation?” Daisy said. “Biggest blessing in disguise I’ve ever seen.” “Do you wanna see something crazy?” Chelle asked. Daisy’s head snapped up. “Always.” Chelle clapped twice. The lights shifted instantly—soft white melting into a warm amber glow. Daisy screamed. “Daaamn!”

“We’re actually holding an event right now in the store. Baby modeling.” ​“Excuse me?” I whispered, shifting Amal’s weight in my arms. ​“We’re from the brand Dazzle,” she explained, her eyes fixed on my son. “We’re launching a new collection. The clothes he’s wearing right now are so cute—may I ask where you got them?” ​“Oh,” I said, a flush of pride warming my cheeks. “I designed and made them myself.” "From scratch." I added.