Frisk Novels & Stories

The growls outside the gap deepens into loud snarls, echoing through the tight space. Olivia pressed herself against the rocky wall. The stranger adjusted their grip on the knife. “Stay close to me,” they ordered. Olivia’s fear turns into frustration. “I’m not useless! If we’re going to survive, I need to know how to help!” The stranger’s eyes go over her. “Survival isn’t about fairness. It’s about doing what it takes to stay alive.”

I open the fridge to see what I can eat but lost appetite immediately after seeing the nonsense peace store inside. I went back to my room to take a quick shower. After my bath, I picked out baggy jeans with a matching crop top. I wanted to dress casually since it was the weekend. Putting on dresses all working days can be suffocating at times. I decided to go out with my bare face and carry one of my designer bags to complete my outfit. I went downstairs to find Peace readily waiting for me. She looks beautiful in her mini flowery gown. It compliments her milk skin, making her light makeup glitters.

And on Friday morning, another order for room service had been placed as early as 6:30, only for the waitress to meet no response from Frank's chamber but a sinisterly open door that afforded her the view of senator Frank's corpse in lying around in a pool of blood and his lady guest stripped stark naked, beaten to pulp, and tied to the bed frame. Coincidentally--perhaps not so--it was the second case of murder of top dogs in the city within the space of a week, and in a similar pattern at that. The first murder had struck earlier in the week when Henry West-gate, a famous tycoon in the city was set up for a car accident in his Jeep. It had been discovered that the middle-aged business tycoo

she says snapping more pictures with a look of pure glee on her face "Do you think I could sit on one of the lions like thoughs people, so you can get my picture?" "Hahahha Lanna, you do remember why we're here don't you?" Acre asked laughing "Well yes of course but look, it's London guys, it's so exciting" she replies jumping up and down clapping her hands. "So are you enjoying the sights?" a voice asks beside me making me jump "Calm down," he said as I spin to grab his throat and he knocks my hand away "How did you do that?" "Ahhh I can mask my scent, it's a talent I've had since I was a child, it helps me move around freely, I'm who everyone calls the boss but my name is Gregory"

Safey said and smiled to us. “I want the red drink!” Jeselle uttered and reached to get the red drink. “Blue!” Kriselle then added, even stretching her arm into the thin air. My bestfriend and I looked at each other and shook our heads upon their giddiness. We even laughed to ourselves, seeing how one of them almost tripped on the table because of their clumsy nature. I reached out my hand to grab the green drink. “As usual, your favorite color,” Safey commented, rolling her eyes.

The car halts at once, but despite the nature of my request, he never takes his eyes off me. My body freezes. That beastly fury begins taking over my senses. My vision blurs, adrenaline spikes, yet a strange, fleeting calm settles deep inside me as I step into the brush. I stop unexpectedly. All I hear are my own heartbeats and the cracking branches beneath the trees. A warm, fleeting but powerful scent reaches me. When I turn toward the road, I see a black car-a sleek Ferrari speeding toward us at a breathtaking pace. A smile spreads across my lips, and I rush back out to the roadside.