Five Nights At Sonic World Novels & Stories

So no matter how hard I tried to win you, you never touched me. "Well, congratulations. You're free now." With that, I shut off my phone, leaned back in my seat in exhaustion, and drifted off to sleep. … Meanwhile, in Moon Goddess Church, Alaric surveyed the final decorations with a rare mix of tension and anticipation in his chest. Five years ago, he owed me a proper mating ceremony, courtesy of his mysophobia. He knew I had endured my fair share of hardship for the past five years. He'd planned to use our fifth anniversary as a chance to gather the pack and crown me as his only Luna in a grand mating ceremony everyone would remember.

Never seen her since then. Jordan sat by me, so focused on all the art being sold. I noticed his serious face softening as the host announced the next piece of art. “The next piece is our most priceless piece tonight. Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you The Tears of the Eternal. Its unrivaled beauty has drawn the attention of collectors worldwide,” the host announced as gigantic men brought in the prettiest jewelry I had ever seen. Gasps rippled through the audience, followed by excitement. “$50 million,” the first bidder announced. All eyes turned toward him.

The sharp crack of breaking glass split the air. Jeanne looked up, stunned, meeting Darren's bloodshot eyes. The tenderness that once lived there was gone, replaced by something wild and possessive. His voice was cold and feral. "You're not leaving me." A shudder ran through her body, but she still turned to go. She managed only two steps before a sharp sting pierced the back of her neck. Her vision went dark—and everything vanished.

By the time I rushed into the Gellar residence, Dad had already lost enough that his face was flushed, constantly wiping sweat from his brow despite the biting cold. His expression was tight with panic and regret. The moment he saw me, he rubbed his hands together awkwardly and grabbed my arm. "Sebastian, I shouldn't have played. I really shouldn't have. It's only been ten minutes, and I've already lost several thousand dollars. Come on, let's go." I glanced at Lawrence, who was leaning back, casually counting a stack of bills and working a piece of gum.

The nightclub was louder than I imagined. Flashing lights danced wildly across the crowded room while heavy music blasted through the speakers, vibrating through my entire body. The smell of alcohol, perfume, and cigarette smoke filled the air, making it hard to breathe properly. Bodies moved against each other on the dance floor like they had no care in the world. Meanwhile, my own world had just shattered a few hours ago. Alex , Pamela's boyfriend, had escorted us to the vip section he reserved.

I closed my eyes, letting the darkness to take over. THE ARENA went black. The crowd was dead silence. Then, the platform rose out of the stage, revealing the lead singer of the Fifth Death—Axson Scott Linton, my cousin. He had an electric guitar with a strap around his shoulder, the other members followed. When the light shone, they started with their billboard hit song, entitled, She only mattered to me—Axson sang his heart out. Veins protruded on his neck, sweat shone on his forehead, eyes slightly closed as he strummed his guitar, and the audience sang along.

On our wedding day, my fiancée and brother died in a tragic crash, and the shock left my mother completely bedridden. Everyone blamed me, saying I brought misfortune and death to everyone around me. However, I didn't even have time to grieve. I worked myself to the bone, hauling concrete at construction sites by day and delivering food by night, just to afford my mother's medical bills. Then came the day I took a side job wearing a mascot suit for a grand opening event. One employee mentioned, "Our boss is super rich and handsome, and his wife is so sweet. Their family is so loving. They even rescue stray cats and dogs all the time!" I stayed quiet, only worried about whether I'd make it

We said we couldn't date each other's brothers; there was no rule that said we couldn't fantasize about them. Ugh. I was going to hell, wasn't I? "Hey, my parents' anniversary is today so they're going away for the night and Asher just texted me saying that he's throwing a party tonight. You're still coming over right?" Harper asked as we finished our final class of the day. Shit. Their parents were going out of town and he's throwing a party. There would be alcohol there and I sometimes couldn't handle myself around that crap. I was also still fantasizing over a guy I couldn't have and when I mixed alcohol with my emotions, it could get ugly.

5 YEARS LATER The loud song echoed through the whole club, echoing as the loud drums in my heartbeat thundered. Amid the swarm of bodies dancing, the sweaty bodies grind against each other, dancing to the rhythm, forgetting about tomorrow. There he was. Standing in all his glory. Our eyes met, locking eyes even with the distance. I shuddered at his gaze, his dark chocolate eyes piercing against my soul, entrapping me. I stopped dancing and it felt like the world slowed down for us. The tension lingered as his eyes gazed at me. It felt like no one was around at this moment. I tried to act innocent and nonchalant. But I could see the faint smirk coming from his lips.

He then raised the torch to look at the walls where the hissing sound originated. On either side by the entrance to the abyss lay two deep caves, identical in size like grim cells, each restricted by a series of stone bars. No man could squeeze through the small openings, but the shadowy things inside couldn’t get out either. At the middle of each series of stone bars was fixed in a glass object shaped like a pentagram, raised up. August thought the odd objects expensive jewels at first, they felt rubbery like gelatin to his touch of the flat of his sword. He showed great care in the pressure on them, just in case this object was the keyhole to a trap. He put the torch near the bars and quic