Fnaf Phantom Foxy Novels & Stories

Theo rolled his eyes, lighting the joint he'd rolled, taking a deep inhale and handed it to me, smiling when I took it. He exhaled. "Foxen have a natural pheromone in their auras when partly shifted." He explained turning to Lisa while I took an inhale then held it up for Xavier. "Why?" She asked, raising a brow as she took the joint from Dane. I giggled, shrugging. "Who wants to fight me when I'm so cute?" I twitched my ears at her. She choked for a moment laughing. "You're an idiot." I stuck my tongue at her. "And you're my friend, like chooses like."

Y-your car! I hopped out of my chair, ran out of my office, and gasped at the sight of Zoe standing on top of the hood of my BMW, busting the fucking windows out with a softball bat. She ventured to the top of the car and proceeded to bust the back windows out, and moved to the passenger windows. My mouth dropped even further when I saw 'micropenis' spray painted into the side of my car. Busting the windows out of my car...okay, maybe I deserved that, and it could be easily fixed, but micropenis? I couldn’t just replace my fucking ego. The pet owners in the lobby and most of my staff who weren’t preoccupied with patients were now huddled outside, taking in the spectacle. I had an overwhelmin

The spiral tattoo on her arm coiled just above her glove. Her. The woman from earlier. She leaned back, casual. Like this was nothing. The board flashed her alias: Mortal Fox. “Four hundred and fifty,” another voice called. I looked to the right. A fat man. Sweaty. His elephant mask was gold-plated, the trunk swinging when he moved. He was fanning himself, already panting. I could feel my stomach lurch. “Five hundred.” “Five-fifty.” “Six million,” she said, flatly, like she was swatting a fly.

The uncontrollable craving for blood. She must feed from me because the amount she drinks would kill a normal person and thanks to my healing ability, I can replenish my blood at a fast rate. Janea has made good progress towards controlling herself though. She used to feed every hour, but now she can go up to four without needing to feed. “It has been four hours since the last time, that’s why I'm asking.” I said worriedly. “Lex, I said I'm fine, leave it at that.” Janea replied.

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

What does he think I'm doing here, frankly? I meet blue eyes behind Alvize, and I'm in shock. Santo. Santo Ganovese. SANTO GANOVESE! DI.O MI.O He is even more handsome than in my memories! I have to calm down. Okay, girl. Look natural. Straighten your shoulders. Put the damn tray down. Fucking shorts! I'm sure they can see my ass. Hold on a second. Hey. Maybe Santo is checking out my ass right now. CALM DOWN, ANDREA BONANI!

Out of nowhere something massive broke through the side of the church; breaking through the wall and shattering the windows to bits, with the pressure of the crash causing everyone to fly back and fall to the ground, Loque Bella and Prince Callum too. Everyone burst out into screams and saw their whole lives flash right before their eyes. It was a fayagan, the most feared creature in all the kingdoms; a creature that looked like a pteranodon dinosaur but had white rough skin and blue frills on the side of its head that matched its wide wings; with razor sharp teeth and bright yellow snake-like eyes. And when it stood up on its hind legs and gave out a spine chilling squeal, its glory was dis

His height, the dark messy hair peeping out from under the hoodie, his stride, the stiff yet graceful posture, and the air of cool, predatory confidence he seems to radiate. Felix Lockhart is unmistakable. This is stupid. Someone's going to recognize him. The band's cover is going to get blown. We need to get out of sight, stat. I quicken my pace, hurrying along the sidewalk towards my driveway, ready to pull Felix into the bushes at the first sign of a potential Fable fan. Felix is right next to me, sticking to my side like a shadow. Stepping into my driveway, I notice Jamie's sixteenth birthday present, the brand new Volvo she got last month, parked next my mom's Kia. More surprisingly, th

‘’I AM FURY,’’ ‘’I AM FURY,’’ ‘’I AM FURY.’’ The phrase rambled on much to the shock of Donovan. Of course, he was no stranger to the notorious phrase which had been the badge of the mystery killer that had been running amok through the city. In this moment, Donovan could only perceive danger close by. His sense of suspicion was aroused as he shot a look down the isle to examine the surrounding space, but everything seemed quite all right. Again he shifted his gaze towards the bunk where Natasha had been lying only to realise a vacant bunk. Alas, Natasha was no longer in her bed space. She had vanished out of sight. This time, Donovan was startled to death even as the receiver rambled on in

The Phantom's true motives were laid bare, their pursuit of a higher purpose finally comprehensible. With the realization that their paths were not so different after all, Alex and The Phantom made an uneasy truce. They vowed to work together, their combined skills and knowledge a formidable force against the true threats that loomed on the horizon. And so, the enigmatic Phantom became an unexpected ally, their talents and expertise complementing Alex's own. Together, they forged a new partnership, united in their mission to safeguard global security and uphold the values they both held dear.