Fear Street Nick Goode Novels & Stories

Nick pushed the door closed and revealed a terrified maid huddled behind the door. "Voglio vedere Rene Ashton," Nick said without preamble. "Si si." The young girl whispered she pointed down the hallway quite obviously too terrified to take them any further. He was right, the corridor was dark, the electric lighting flickered as if it was about to fail to leave the passage in very dim light. He looked around making out huge paintings on the wall, not that anyone could see them that is. There was a strange smell too, and not a pleasant one either, that permeated along the hallway. A loud crash sounded from the end of the corridor and then a strangled scream. Cowering into the wall, the mai

For some reason, the more Khloe looked at Nick's sharp, flawless face, the more she wanted to tease him. In the past, watching horror films had always been about chasing a thrill. But tonight wasn't about that. Tonight, she wanted to see Nick get a little stirred. "I don't believe in ghosts," Nick said, his gaze leaving the screen to sweep over her face as she leaned closer. The bluish glow of the TV cast delicate shadows across her features. Stray strands of hair framed her face, her eyes still holding a trace of last night's intoxication—beautiful enough to make one lose focus.

I should’ve been scared for my life after watching Xander and Ace whip that girl and punish her severely with wicked strokes, but I didn’t feel an ounce of fear. Just animalistic thrill. “Take it all off,” Nick leaned against the wall, gesturing to my clothes with a nod. There was no point in questioning things when one threat could make things go his way, so I nodded sheepishly and began to undress. His eyes followed my every move, darkening dangerously as I took my bra off and my breasts spilled out. His gaze remained clouded with lust as I took off my jeans, then he started to walk towards me as I peeled my panties off, a deadly hunger in his eyes.

His scanning eyes caught on a shadow peeking from under a door. His expression darkened dangerously as he approached the door and kicked it open, sending the door thrashing against the wall. What he saw made him see red. His temple pounded hard. His features turned deadly. Aicher was forecully holding Angela with his one large palm covering her mouth. His woman was scared to her bone, shakinga nd crying. Nick's killing instincts roared to life.

When he saw and believed my hard time, he became less agitated. “Harry op!” He yelled and shut the door. “I heard voices,” Nicholas breathed in lower tones. “Let me go.” “I only hear my men.” “I need to go. My boyfriend is seated alone and drunk.” “Boyfriend? The nice face is your boyfriend? He looks familiar, you know.” I do, dickhead! I am the Waldeen you don’t want to mess with! “I have seen that face.” “Stay away from him or…” “What are you afraid of? Having him in my fun plays?”

Then pointed the weapon at Nicko, "Damn you! Are you tired of living? Don't you know that this bullet can crack your head?" Nicko laughed sarcastically and folded his arms in front of his chest, "Try it if you dare!" "Fuck! How dare you!" cussed Mr. Gareth looking annoyed. "Do I have reason to be afraid?" Nicko's self-deprecating attitude made Mr. Gareth sneer, "You are good at acting and hiding your fear of death that will soon come to you! Alright then, I need to remind you about what pain is. How about starting with Enrique breaking your leg first, or ah no, I guess it's better if I cut your penis off!"

“Damnit!” Gracious goddess!" Alex and his other friend scrambled back, their chairs clattering against each other as they tried to avoid the debris, tension wrapped in their movement. Aiden didn't look at anyone, not the hundreds of students staring at him with wide, terrified eyes. He looked only at me. His eyes were a raging storm that had finally decided to push through. "Nick is a dead goat," a voice murmured from the shadows. "The audacity... he's dead," another hissed.

He ducked some, slightly grazing his hands on the body of the largest among them giving him the assurance that they were real this time. Nick found a narrow tunnel nearby and ran off. He ran, and ran, not stopping or looking back. He tripped on a rotten skeleton almost completely covered with dust. Nick, tried getting up, but realized that he was being held tightly on the ankle by the skeleton. He pulled and pulled, but to no avail. The skeleton popped his head and middle body out of the dust and let out an extremely loud blood curdling scream. He heard a voice; "I will possess you. I need a body now."

The hallway's shadows danced across the walls, mirroring the turbulence within them both. Lily glanced up at him, her tear-streaked face reflecting confusion and lingering fear. Her eyes, wide and questioning, searched his face for some sign of the man she had once trusted so completely. But Nick's face was set, his jaw clenched in a grim line, and his eyes focused straight ahead, refusing to meet hers. It was as if he feared that looking at her might break the fragile control he had over his emotions.

"Nick, tell him my grandfather's name." Nick shivered, lifting his head in sudden fear. "No… Jeff, don't…" he begged. "Say it," I commanded. He closed his eyes, tears streaming silently down his cheeks as he muttered, "H-Henry Keller."