Fnaf 2 Script Novels & Stories

"You can't do this. I need that money. I've been saving it for years." Fiona rolled her eyes. “Oh, stop being dramatic." Anais reached toward the money. Before she could touch it, Fiona stepped back. "Don't. Or else.” Anais's hand froze. Fiona's smile slowly disappeared. "I still have the video of that day when Felix came into your room.” She said in a whisper. Anais felt all the strength leave her body. "You wouldn't..." Fiona tilted her head. “Wouldn't I?! With a little editing and artificial intelligence... I could make it look like anything”

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

From the age of ten, every dollar my parents spent on me became a debt. Tuition. Clothes. Food. Even medical bills. By eighteen, I had signed one hundred and ninety-nine promissory notes. But Camilla—the daughter of the man who died protecting my parents—received everything for free. They gave her my bedroom, my inheritance bracelet, a Manhattan apartment, a Maserati, and eventually even the attention of my fiancé, Nick. My parents called it repaying her father’s sacrifice. They called my suffering “heir training.” On the eighteenth birthday Camilla and I shared, I was seriously injured in a car accident. While my family celebrated her aboard a Caribbean yacht, I begged them for three thousa

Yes, I'm not wearing a hood this time. "Ummi, who is this Nia? Kania or Rania?" "You're Ummi's child." "Ummi, this is Kania not Rania." "No!!! You are Rania not Kania!! No!!" I cried even more, I don't know how long I have to be like this. **** My situation is getting worse, I haven't been in college for three days. Farhan also seemed to have completely forgotten about me. My body is still hot, even hotter. My chest feels very tight. Is this the end of my life? Slowly I closed my eyes.

-------- Plus a mixture of missed calls and messages from Jake and Manuel -------- Dude where are you?! --------- How long it take to drop off three girls bro? You stopped for a quickie?

"I will pay you double if the job is neat enough" "Trust us nah, no be today we dey run this game". ***AUTHORESS'S POV*** Nonna was seen enjoying her favourite TV show in her hotel room. She got a call from an unknown number. Hello mah, we are done with it". ***PRINCE'S POV**

I can help. Marcus's mocking laughter filled the room again, and Nina's heart sank. "Please, Mom, just trust me," Nina said, her voice breaking. "I can't talk right now, but I'll be fine." "Alright, Nina," her mother said reluctantly. "But please, be safe. I love you." "I love you too, Mom," Nina whispered, tears streaming down her face. Marcus ended the call and threw the phone aside. "You think you can outsmart me, Nina? You think you can win this game?"

As soon as he left, I got a call from one of the people I had watching Mae so I took out my phone. "She just got to the FIA headquarters sir, and is headed inside. We'll get more information from our eyes in the agency and keep you updated." I ended the call when the person had nothing more to say. **** Heyy, it's your author Geni. Please note that everything written here is nothing but fiction. Please vote as you read, comment your thoughts and don't forget to leave a review, I am very open to constructive criticism. Genika3na.

Knowing the scent belonged to my own sister made my stomach turn. I grabbed Noah's hand. "You don't need to put it on me. Just leave it on the table." Hearing the coldness in my tone, Noah pinched my cheek. "What's wrong? Are you still mad that we didn't finish what we started last night?" I looked up at him coldly and said quietly, "No. I'm just curious why you suddenly left last night, and why you suddenly started speaking Farylian." Noah smiled. "It's just a client from Farylia. You know my clients are all over the world."

"I won't let them win, Susan. This can be a fake funeral, she'd fake tears, but they can't break us. We'll fight back, and we'll win." Susan smiled, "That's the spirit, Luna. We'll dismantle their web of lies, piece by piece and will watch them suffering." As the night unfolded, Luna and Susan found strength in each other's company. The frustration transformed into a shared determination to expose Natalie and Mary for the schemers they were. The staged funeral might have been a painful act, but it had intensified their commitment to unveiling the truth.