Dipper Novels & Stories

he said and hung up. I surveyed the area for an hour. It was dark and quiet. Movement on the far corner caught my eye and then I spotted the other two moving closer from the other side. I sighed when I saw Joseph Mendez through the scope. It was a pity, he had real talent. Next to him was Conrad Dillinger, his friend and partner.

Beep, beep, beep... Riley hit the snooze button on her phone. Five minutes later, the same annoying alarm sounded, and this time, she didn't ignore it. It was 6 A.M. and she knew she needed to shower and get ready for her breakfast date with Ethan. As she got out of bed and headed towards the bathroom, she heard her phone vibrate, so she ran over and grabbed it to see, "Good morning, beautiful. Meet me at the diner in town for 8?". She beamed and replied with a "heart emoji, see you then," text right back. She placed her phone back down and grabbed her towel, heading for the shower.

His green eyes were mesmerizing and I felt myself getting lost in them. “Okay. I like what I hear,” I said, holding up my cup waiting for the apple juice to be added as we got off subject. “You gonna give me some juice?” “As much as you want,” he said, grabbing the juice to pour into my cup. “So what’s your name?” “Poppie. What’s yours?” “Austin, nice to meet you Poppie.” “Nice to meet you too Austin.” Austin put the juice on the counter and picked up a cup to make himself a drink.

A cauldron bubbled slowly in the corner, leaving off the most infernal and rancid vapours. Down was the thick wood burning with fire, the pot was large enough to put a deer or a human to be boiled in it. The knife she was holding had an ancient symbol on its bottom, the holder had a sign of a snake. Smirking, Paxson closes her eyes and began her chanting. Within a second the wind blew harshly, making all things in the forest staggering. The dried leaves rustled along with the leaves, the bird flew away off the tall pine trees making their usual sound. The coyote howled in a distance and there she was chanting in a mumble.

she announced making me smile, as I remembered the name she mentioned being her best friend's. "And why is that?" "One, so I can leave when I want to, and two, just in case you're like a rapist or something" She explained her words amusing me. "Do I look like a rapist?" "No but you can never tell, look at Ed Kemper for instance" "Who?" "Ed Kemper, he was a serial killer," "What?" "You don't know who the coed killer is?" She asked in disbelief as if my lack of knowledge of man was disrespectful.

Cindy sulks. "Where are my manners?" he said candidly and stepped out of the hot tub, wearing only black swimming trunks. He then grabs a towel and walks towards Ava and Cindy as he continues to dry his hair. "I'm Henry Glass, the owner of this cafe." Ava was just brought back to reality when he offered his right hand. Subconsciously she shook it too. I might have discovered a nasty secret but it's their business. I can't go back empty handed, now that Claire and Dave want a fresh start.

He reached and picked out ome, lifting it in all direction. "That's a DX-448, real demon, all the way from Germany brother, tough to handle, so watch your step." "It's a little to big, I need something light, unnoticeable, you know what I mean" "Come with me, I've got just what you need" Steel said stroking his beard unknowingly removing a wool that had been stuck ever since Tom got there. Tom and and Still walked in the poorly lighted room that smelled of rotten animal, the strong odor of green flakes lingered in air.

The day was just starting, and I needed to make good use of that. Now, I was leaving alone, I could easily scout the area. There must be some big fish I can catch in my trap. With that in mind, I selected a black skirt that stopped right below my butt, and a white crop top showcases my abs. This was good to go. Next, I decked my baby up on a blue gown, white socks and a matching beanie. “Mine,” I praised.

Perchance he was testing me if I am easily scared. Then the light blinded me for seconds, hand raised on the level of my eyebrows hiding my eyes. Blinking while getting used to the sudden light. I saw him sitting on a chair, on a glass table where his feet settled, and wearing a derby shoe resting, showing the upper of the black socks. He lit the cigarette using the Zippo lighter, and the burning nicotine was in the air. I smelled it, and I grinned. A smile that someone you haven’t seen in years.

Dorian Grimaldi. The dense forest beckoned me with its verdant embrace, my paws propelling me forward with relentless determination. The ethereal breeze whispered through the towering trees, tenderly caressing my sleek fur as I dashed through the underbrush. A symphony of sounds enveloped me—the rustling leaves, the melodic chirping of birds, and the distant echo of my wolf's triumphant howl. Each step I took sent a thrilling pulse through my veins, heightening the adrenaline coursing through my lupine form.