Glitchtrap And Vanny Novels & Stories

She chuckled. "You wretched wrench and poverty-stricken nuisance!” Vanessa seethed through clenched teeth, her head tugged backward by Stacy’s grip. "Get your hands off me this instant!” "No!” {Send your gems to our dear Cherry and Stacy 😍 they need it to boost up! 🤭}

Then headlights bright, blinding and a truck swerving into their lane. But this time, she saw the license plate: VNOMOUS. And the driver a man with icy blue eyes and a scar on his jaw. Adrian Voss. She woke screaming.

“Let’s hope we don’t find out.” Devandra gave a strained smile. “You haven’t changed — still reckless and brave.” Vania didn’t reply. Her focus was absolute. Her fingers danced across the keys, slicing through lines of malicious code like a warrior in battle. Seconds turned into minutes. Sweat dripped from her temple. “Dev!” she yelled. “Now!” Devandra slammed the red button. All the server lights flickered wildly — then went black. Silence. Only their breathing remained. Vania leaned back against the wall, exhausted. “We did it…”

The loud cheery voice of my newfound friend was across the room causing me to smile. "Morning Viv," I say. Vivian looks so beautiful today. She is in a white off-shoulder top and a short skirt. Her hair is packed in a ponytail. "You look so beautiful today," I say smiling down at her outfit. "So do you," she says. The cloth she is wearing makes Carson’s mark so obvious. "Oh. Beautiful isn't it?" She asks. She catches me staring at her mark. I'll like to have one too. "Trust me Don is going to mark you too. He just wants you to be happy" Vivian says and I nodded.

vamp (plural vamps) Noun A flirtatious, seductive woman, especially one who uses sexual desire to exploit men. [ca. 1915] ~ A certain group of strippers are forced to reunite under tragic circumstances. When one of them is found murdered in her home, the five of them come together to form an ally, their aim, to bring the killer to justice. But somewhere along the line, they find their lives entangled each in a bigger mess.

off their ship. "Eat this, bug-boy!" Vinnie yelled, firing a magnetized grapple-gun that wrapped around the mantis’s neck and yanked him backward into a wall of pressurized steam pipes. The pipes burst, scalding steam and oil dousing the Apex. Disoriented and leaking ichor from her wings, the bat-hybrid let out a final, chilling screech. She looked at us, and for a second, I saw it. Not fear, but frustration. The Apex had been built to be the end of the world, but they hadn't been built to handle a bunch of disorganized criminals who refused to play by the rules.

He deserves it. Ivan took a few steps towards me and I involuntarily backed away from the threat posed by his ripples. He shot his hand out and clutched my arm, strong fingers writhing on my wrist. I flinched at the touch and tried to free myself from his hold, but his iron grasp remained unaffected.

I pulled the grav-charge Kai had given me in the bunker. I couldn't throw it—the field would slow it down. So I did the only thing I could do. I ran at Vane. I tackled him. The impact knocked us both into the snow, inside the perimeter of the Silencers. The gun flew from his hand. Vane snarled, clawing at my face. "Stupid bitch!" I jammed the grav-charge into his robes. I twisted the cap. "Run," I whispered. I rolled away. VWURP.

a cybernetic dog. "Is that a robot?" Cyprian asked, leaning forward. "Prototype," Nova grinned, setting the metallic canine down. It barked—a digitized, chiptune sound—and immediately ran to sniff Oryn’s boots. "His name is Glitch. I built him for the kids, but I think I’m keeping him." "Welcome home," Vespera said, standing up. The room descended into the beautiful, chaotic noise of family. Coats were taken. Drinks were poured. Glitch the Robo-Dog chased a terrified Oryn around the Christmas tree.

in the background. The Final Stand: The Heart of the Rink Elara faced Void-Elara. It was like fighting a shadow that knew your every thought before you had it. "You are a 'Glitch' that grew too loud," Void-Elara hissed, her voice a distorted version of Elara’s own. "I am the 'Original Design.' I am the silence you were meant to be." The two Elaras clashed in the center of the Rink. The obsidian stick met the antimatter-glass. The impact didn't make a sound; it created a Vacuum.