Fnaf Phantom Novels & Stories

"How can a guy as old as I have an account where all my transactions will be monitored by my parents?!!.. it's absurd mum I'm old enough to know what I want and get it without my parents asking what such amount is for!!." "Do you know?... You lied to me and made me believe that you were attending lectures frequently and needed nine hundred thousand nairas for your project then you went behind to put them all In Your new account!... Is that how a responsible man behaves? Mmhm? No, tell me because I Know if your father was here Jason, he'd never give you such amount even if you cried blood."

Lucy commented, "you really are a slut, aren't you, Jan?" Janine looked up at the other girl as she began to unzip her pants. "Yes," she said, "but it's okay 'cause I'm gonna get fucked." She stood up on her car seat to peel her pants down her legs. It was not easy trying to balance and she had to use one hand on the seatback to stay upright while she worked the spray-on slacks down her legs with the other. Naked apart from her shoes, she sat back down on the seat.

I muttered, tugging at the hem of the impossibly short dress Mary had squeezed me into. The fabric shimmered under the streetlights, catching every neon reflection like an oil slick. Mary swatted my hand away. "You look hot, Em. Own it." We stood in line outside Club Enigma, the bass from inside thrumming through the sidewalk. The club's facade was sleek black marble, no windows, just a single steel door guarded by a mountain of a man holding a tablet. "I feel like I'm auditioning for a part in a bad spy movie," I grumbled, fidgeting with the ornate mask Mary had tied around my eyes. "What's with the masks, anyway?"

"It's been okay, I guess... You still insist on calling me Luna?" Lance's lips twisted amusedly. "Of course, Luna. I should, shouldn't I?" I smiled slightly as an idea entered my head. "Very well, Gamma. You can call me Luna." Lucas and Lance both looked at me, amused. Lance burst out laughing. "Fair enough", he said. "I'll call you by your name." I smiled smugly, satisfied. "So, what exactly does a gamma do?", I asked. Lance shrugged. "Inter-pack relations, you could say. As the pack of the Alpha King, we constantly have packs wanting alliances, there are conferences to attend and such. It's my job to oversee all that."

I would not want to see you die of an ulcer," I said, closing my eyes and patting my Light on the back. "I have already tried. But, their Don told me to fuck off. Apparently, the guys on the old continent put a lot of money on the table to pay for Andrea's services. And, I hate to admit it, but Andrea texted me to tell me to leave him alone and wait for his return," Santo complains. "Andrea Bonani is not coming back," my Light's tired voice whispers, startling Santo and me. She straightens up on one elbow and lets me catch her hand to lay kisses against her wrist.

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

she glances at the bulge in my pants. "Oh, you’re definitely going to suck my cock, Kira." I rub her parted lips with a thumb. "Wear that lipstick I like tomorrow." Her eyes widen when understanding dawns on her. Did she think this was a one-time thing? I meant it when I said I was going to act out all those fantasies of hers as well as some of my own. ______ Shane’s text message arrives as I reach my car. [I found Grisha’s lackey.] It’s accompanied by the picture of a man stripped to his underwear and strung up the roof of Shane’s favorite spot—the container he prefers to call ‘purgatory’.