Fear Street Tommy Novels & Stories

Blood all over the walls! [Sister_Sarah]: Dear God... that poor boy, his insides were... [Veteran_Frank]: My fear level is already at 55%. We're all going to die at this rate! [Seminary_Student_Mark]: And the guy on the tenth floor! He stepped into his room and just... vanished! Not even a body left! [Livestream Chat] [Hahaha, the noobs' fear levels are skyrocketing.] [It's only the first night and so many are dead already.]

But he nodded anyway. The hunting party was small—Nicholas, I, and two other rogues named Finn and Marta. Finn was broad-shouldered, with a scar across his throat that had healed wrong. Marta was lean and quiet, her eyes always scanning. “New blood,” Finn said, looking me up and down. "Is she ready for this?” “She's ready,” Nicholas said. Finn grunted, not believing him. “She doesn't look ready.” “She set three Lycans on fire last week,” Marta said flatly. “What did you do last week, Finn?”

as he said fearfully. After the big reveal he planned to moved and leaved with his assistants. However, Jae stoods up and stopped them. "Hold on. You're just get going to leave like that after the big reveal? What about our bet?" Thomas was ready to open his mouth to speak but before he could say something, Jae already picked up the bottle of the wine from the table and smashed it down into his big baldy head is flash. "Ahhhh!" A blood curling scream that echoed inside the room. A blood gushed down on Thomas Scott's face.

She was feeling safe in her fathers' embrace now. "It’s okay Minnie. It’s okay to be scared and afraid. But never shut yourself off okay. Promise"? Callum stretched his hand and she held it tightly followed by her Daddy. "So Chriss, huh". Stephen looked into her eyes wiping the tears and smiled as he saw his fierce, scary, angry queen bee all blushing in her Dad's chest. ********** Tabby

“Yes, I was.” “I’ve never been so scared in my entire life.” Delaney’s words echoed through the room. Tommaso shifted on the bed. The velvet blankets whispered with every careful movement, as if reminding him to be careful of his wounds. “And now we’re here,” Delaney continued, “and I’m even more terrified. This house is so scary, isn’t it? So dark and ominous. Ricci’s favorite color must be black because it’s everywhere. I’m never sure what time it is because it’s just dark, always. It must be haunted.”

I will never change who I am, not even for a mafia boss Kayley ~ “T, are you coming in with us tonight?” Tommy ~ “Boss does not like it.” Kayley ~ “Well, I say you are.” I hook my arm through T's as we walk into the club, then we see Jackson's face. Kayley ~ “Do you think that is a pissed off face?” Tommy ~ “I think it is; I think I must go back to the car.” Kayley ~ “No.” Jackson ~ “What the fuck is going on here?”

Tom asks concerned, the angry tone of his voice disappeares. "No, but it's the mess I've created, you see? I must fix this and if he's as scary as you say, I don't want to put you in danger," I sigh. "I still don't understand why everyone is so afraid of him, but if I've got on his good side, maybe I'll manage to fix this mess?" "He'll most probably kill you," Tom says looking away from me. "Why would he kill me?! All we had is one night together!" I gesticulate angrily in the air.

A maddening cackle jarred the air like a loud gunshot, and Ralph, his gun still firmly in place, hissed to his side, “Damn it, Julie! Keep him inside!” I hastily obeyed, roughly tucking the baby’s head behind the bullet proof vest, hissing back with a good reason. “If he doesn’t see the face, he won’t believe it’s the real thing!” I sensed a movement from Papa and quickly shouted, “WHERE THE FUCK IS TOMMY?” He threw a glance to his left and I followed it. Tommy was lying on a haystack. Unconscious. “Tommy!” I cried out, my horror pushed me a step forward, and a grip came swiftly around my wrist.

“Spill it. Now.” Tommy shifted, clearly weighing whether to talk or keep pretending. But the pressure in the air was thick—Darrow didn’t have to raise his voice to make grown men sweat. Finally, Tommy exhaled and leaned back, shrugging one shoulder. “Look, we were paid. Real big. The kind of cash that makes you forget to ask too many questions.” “For what?” I demanded. “To scare her. That’s all. Just spook her a little,” Tommy muttered. “We were told to make it look messy, but not lethal. Make sure she’s shaken, but not… y’know, permanently broken.”

he said again with a snicker escaping from his mouth. The confidence in Tommy's voice hit Liam like a slap. All this time, he'd been thinking that maybe Tommy was uncertain about what they were doing, that maybe there was some hesitation he could exploit. But listening to him now, hearing the smug satisfaction in his tone, Liam realized he'd been completely wrong. Tommy wasn't scared or unsure at all. The hands gripping his shoulders were as steady and confident as his voice, and that terrified Liam more than any shouting or threats had. "What do you mean, TV star?" Liam asked, trying to keep his voice steady despite the fear crawling up his spine like ice water. "What are you planning to do