Folsom.prison Blues Supernatural Novels & Stories

Death was right, but the person who caused it would suffer from remorse until he died. Pictures taken of a beautiful birthday celebrated and a picture of a happy family... Demir looked at his watch while sitting on the terrace. It was : and tonight was the end. The day came when he would put his daughter alive in the grave. He took the last sip of his drink and stood up. She staggered to her daughter's room. He grabbed the door handle. He didn't have the courage to open it. He lowered the handle of the door and walked slowly towards his daughter. He was sleeping peacefully. He had told his daughter, his life, everything, one by one, about his plans for tomorrow. He listened and agreed, cryin

He felt Alfred might just be taking things too far but at the same time not too far because it's actually the law of the institution. Alex had an odd feeling, probably a feeling of impending doom but he couldn't come to a conclusion. Just as he sat on the chair, facing the security monitor, something caught his eye. He leaned closer to the screen to get a better view, squinting his eyes and immediately, he pushed the red button on the monitor table that sent alarms blaring. "Are you all ready?", Henry asked his crew with a smirk on his face. Most of his crew replied with a 'yes' confidently, while some nodded nervously. He was close to getting what he wanted and he could feel the joy already

Was this a random burglary, or had someone uncovered her plans? Before she could piece it together, she felt a presence behind her. A large hand clamped over her mouth, muffling her scream. She thrashed, kicking and clawing, but then came a sharp sting in her neck. A needle. Her vision swam, her limbs turned heavy, and everything went black. When Stephanie awoke, her head throbbed, and her body felt weighed down. She blinked against the bright light, slowly realizing she wasn’t in her apartment anymore. The hum of engines filled her ears. She was on a plane. A private one.

murmured the young girl, stunned by the eyes of that stranger. "Help me, please," he whispered desperately, ignoring the girl's comment. The blue-eyed girl looked at him in confusion, pushing him aside to get up. That boy looked like a frightened, abandoned, and interesting dog. She raised her head a little to see behind the boy the arrival of the police at the tavern, grimaced, and turned her gaze back to the emerald eyes.

The blood moon hung low over Ashfang camp, casting an eerie red glow that bled through the towering pines. Shadows twisted and lengthened, the forest around us alive with whispered fears and restless spirits. It was a night heavy with ancient power — and a night that promised no peace. I stood at the edge of the clearing, the weight of the pack pressing behind me, their eyes reflecting firelight and uncertainty. The pup inside me stirred with a steady heartbeat, a steady pulse I clung to amid the growing chaos.

Mia saw opportunity. On the fourth night, the house reeked of merlot when she crept in. Both David and Lisa were out cold, breathing heavy from the alcohol. Mia’s obsession had reached a fever pitch. She stood beside the bed longer than usual, tank top pulled up to expose her perky tits, panties around her thighs. Fingers plunged deep into her pussy as she stared at his sleeping form. Tonight, she needed more. L

Juls is lying down chained. Illac and Elliot just came in with Blair and Foire by their arms. They look like they've been in and out of hell. Juls looked at them one by one and smirked. No one in the supernatural border can deal with that kind of damage. Illac is unscratched, but Foire isn't. Juls knows in one look what happened to Foire's arms. It is almost torn off, Solana sure is not one to feel sorry for her prey.

Five years ago, Vivienne Cross was London’s most brilliant rising sports rehabilitation therapist. She was also secretly in love with Marcus Vance, the arrogant, generational talent of Premier League soccer. But when Marcus forced her to falsify his medical clearance under pressure—ruining his knee permanently on the pitch—he didn't take the blame. Instead, he publicly branded her a medical fraud to save his own sponsorships. His lie blacklisted her from the industry, sent her family into financial ruin, and caused her father’s fatal stroke. Now, Marcus is the ruthless, bitter General Manager of London United, living with a failing body and a hollow soul. Desperate to salvage his mobility,

Slowly, Abigail got up from her seat and walked towards the back corner booth, it was the only one with a window that looked out into the alley, she wanted to see what was going on. Abigail could not hear anything that was said, but she could tell the conversation was anything but calm. Suddenly she saw it, Mr.Goldbergs eyes flashed yellow, and Daniel’s flashed the color of midnight. She could believe what she had just seen. Abigail was completely engrossed as she watched pitch black wings extrude from Daniels back, he was the epitome of Death in its purest form.

Seeking comfort, one of its hands inched slowly out into the inky dark to stroke the head of the pet at its knee. “Absalom!” the killer proclaimed. “She has fallen! The city’s fallen. She has become a habitation of devils . . . sanctuary to every foul spirit . . . and breeding ground for unclean, detestable beasts.” He descended on her, twitching his long blade around, eager for more knife work. Inside his pocket his other hand grasped one of Principal Schunk’s initialed handkerchiefs, stolen from his office at the high school. Her mind erupting in panic, Katie cradled her slashed left arm and whimpered, shaking violently, fighting off shock. Blood pounded in her ears. She tried to sit up bu