Fnaf Endos Novels & Stories

Always us. THE END

"You're as smart as they say you are, Ms. Claude. You know where our bottom line is." Lauren turned her head away. Guilt was gnawing at her, and she could not look at me. Yes, smart and cunning and cutthroat as they came. And she used all her cunning on her own husband. Felix did not say anything, though he was giving me a challenging look. Then, he unraveled the box on the desk. "Have some cake, everyone." Lauren, who'd been so calm and cunning during the negotiation, snatched the box. "Don't move, Felix. You're allergic to peanut butter. I need to check the ingredients."

If I had any chance of seeing him-just a glimpse, just enough to confirm he wasn't dead or drowning or curled up somewhere hating me-it would be there. Declan perked up instantly. "Wendy's? Say less. I'm starving." Jackson groaned. "Dude, you're always starving." "Because I'm a growing man," Declan argued, puffing his chest out. "You're five-eight," Zichen deadpanned. "I'm five-nine!" "Sure," Zichen said, unbothered. I shut my locker with a soft thud. "Anyway, I'm buying. Wendy's special on me."

Raelor assumed I was sulking and did not bother with me. After the meal, we walked out of the grillhouse. The wolf communicator at my waist vibrated. It was Master Eryndor. "Freya, I need to confirm once more. Have you decided to participate in this research as planned? This project involves countering the damage silver weapons cause to werewolves. If successful, you will be remembered in our history. But the cost is that you will have no contact with the outside world for six months." My gaze settled on the two figures walking side by side ahead of me.

I didn't want to think about the reason anymore. We're over. Thinking about it wouldn't change anything. I heard Zach and Jessica talking in the hallway. "Jess, the doctor said you got here just in time. There won't be any scars on your face. Don't worry. I want to go back and check on Annie now." Jessica buried her head in his chest. "Zach, my eyes feel a little weird… Can you ask the doctor to take a look?" "Your eyes?" Zach hesitated. "Is it your corneas? We searched everywhere for a match, but only Annie's mother was a match. Maybe her cancer affected the transplant? Come on, let's have a doctor take a look."

'What's that?' Confused, William leaned on his cane and stepped forward. He retrieved the document from the fire. The date on the donation document was the very day he had received his kidney transplant. His heart pounded as he frantically looked down, only to see a single name written in the donor column, Whitney Spencer. William's body jolted violently. "Whitney? How could it be her?" Just then, my transparent form solidified once again. I stared in disbelief at the document before me.

Hunter replied his question and I’m certain that Dougy… whoever Dougy is, agrees with him cause all I heard next was a sigh and the sound of two footsteps in a parallel manner. Within a few seconds, the door was opened and in walked Hunter. His stubble was extremely prominent and I wasn’t even surprised... where exactly in this wooden shed would one store a shaving cream and some blades. Asides that, his eyes look so tired like he hadn’t had a good night’s rest in days. Come to think of it, everyone had a similar appearance. I guess that’s what staying in the woods on the run from some men with guns can do to you. “Diane I would need those files your father gave to you as soon as possible, M

He thought for a while before saying, “Oh, right. Why aren’t you asleep yet, Fane? You must be here to talk about something!” “Bingo. I have something to talk to you about!” Fane replied, smiling. “All right. I’ll go back and rest first. I’ll give you two some time alone!” Joan’s lips curved into a soft smile when she looked at Fane, then she left. “Did you use the Cryo Pearl?” Nash asked after Joan left. “I did. The results are promising. It completely encased Fernando in ice!” Fane bobbed his head and sat down by the bedside. “Father, how much tithes do we receive from the branch families every year?” he asked Nash.

And my darling daughter, Alice—her future would be limitless. The End

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