Fnaf2 Novels & Stories

They only wanted the news to spread to the boss they pretended to protect. They gathered information from the streets to see other families’ perspectives and where they stood—valuable information for the boss, they hoped, would get them something in return. Xander wanted in, and fast. He wanted to see it for himself. Ariana returned with her husband and left him stranded by himself.

"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."

It was designed specifically to manipulate people like me who had just returned to wealthy families and were emotionally vulnerable. "You thought it was fate? It was technology!" Sienna waved the remote control. "Now, get on your knees! Sign the transfer documents! Otherwise, I'll press this button and turn him into pulp!" Drake's mouth was gagged. He could only make muffled sounds, but his eyes remained resolute as he shook his head violently, signaling me not to worry about him. I looked at Sienna and calmly removed the wire-rimmed glasses from my nose. I had recently gotten them specially made with an anti-interference program embedded inside. They also served as my communication device w

Perfect! A friend of Vanessa's. Sure, this was guaranteed to work! Samson fumed but he knew it was too late to call the whole thing off, and he knew that even if he tried, Mark wouldn't listen to him. He ended the call, not giving Mark a chance to elaborate any further. Great! Now that stripper from the other night knew knew about his little problem. Vanessa knew about it too. The stripper coming tonight would probably find out too. Soon all the vampires and humans in Greenville would know about it too. He’d be the laughing stock of every party, the butt of every joke.

A malicious air permeated into the air as he glanced towards the forest, meeting the eye of a feral beast. The man appeared ecstatic then his surprised face went cold as he ordered his men to open the car door. They drove away from there and there flashed before her the life she had been living while she still has no recollection of the past. She was Zane Fangs, the daughter of the Alpha of Dusk Dawn Pack, 21 years old. TBC Maple Writes (Don't forget to leave a comment, share and give me reviews for me to know if there are things that I should improve with and change at the same time. Have a good day. Enjoy reading.)

Damien smirked and picked up a silver glimmering knife. "Looks like your boss was feeding you like pigs." Damien tsked and cut a large portion of flesh from their fingers. "Fuck you Damien Romano. You will have to pay for this" the one names Fenrir yelled in pain. "Tell me the name of your boss and I will let you go." Damien offered while taking another finger of Fenrir. "In your dreams." Fenrir smirked and bit his own tounge and fainted. "This small trick won't work at me. Albert make him awake in 10 minutes. Till then I will make an important call." Damien then left from there. e Anf

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

I breathed out happy it had started its way up her hips. “No.” My eyes flashed to her face, “this could make me, you hear that?” I asked, pulling one side up. “All you’re gunna do there is take pictures and take it to mom at The Close Up,” she huffed helping with the other side. “You should really give The Close Up more credit Britney. It literally pays our university fees,” I grunted as we pulled a second time, “which is why, if you think of it, is another good reason I should go.”

They were too busy watching the window, eating, sleeping, and on their phone to hear her and Renee’s babbling. She sighed and tapped the latest chat she received on Gossip. “And you’re not gonna stop until I do it, aren’t you?” Renee only nodded. “Two weeks, alright,” Mea considered. Renee’s face lit up. “Two weeks without parties, but with a little of this,” she raised her phone. “Deal,” Renee agreed.

Mona gripped his shirt. "I don't know what to do." "We'll work it out." "He wants money." Kane's hand paused against her back. "How much?" She pulled away slightly, wiping her cheeks with trembling fingers. "Fifty thousand dollars." Kane stared at her. Her eyes dropped. "He'll tell people what I did." Kane studied her face. "And what exactly does he have?" Mona inhaled shakily. "Proof." "What kind?" "Pictures. Videos. Things from the workshop."