Glitchtrap X Vanny Novels & Stories

She is in the grave, unable to watch her child grow. Ramon Fridling was the only thing in her mind, Violet was hell bent on killing him, it was another mission of hers, to kill Ramon Fridling because he was the reason why Scarlet died. If Scarlet didn’t marry him, she was going to be alive today, but she isn’t.

The floor to ceiling mirrors of the master suite reflected a silhouette that no longer bore any resemblance to the broken woman who had escaped the Vance estate. Exactly ninety days had passed since Vivienne Vane walked away from the chemical filters and the dark basement rooms. Standing under the soft, ambient lights of the Thorne Estate, her posture was entirely restored, sleek, toned, and radiating a dangerous, sharp vitality. Her skin was flawless, catching the light with a luminous glow that completely erased the memory of her illness, and her dark eyes flashed with an intense, lethal intelligence.

Vicky was standing near the threshold, her face pale with humiliation, her dark silver aura vibrating with absolute rage as she glared at Ronan as if she wanted to tear his throat out right there. Ronan didn't even shift his posture, his grin only widening. "Need me to clear out the training pit so you can weep in private, Ellsworth?" Vicky wiped a smear of soot and tears from her cheek, her fangs briefly extending. "A baseline grunt who failed the entry trial doesn't have the right to mock a vanguard captain. Let's see how loud you bark after the next turf war." "I might be a grunt, Vicky," Ronan shot back, his voice dropping to a flat, dangerous vibration. "But it's my first time seeing a

The impact echoed like an explosion and the vehicle flipped once, twice, before crashing onto its roof with a brutal, final thud. Time seemed to freeze for a moment, and silence fell. Smoke began to curl from the wreckage, rising slowly into the dark sky. Then gasps and hurried footsteps filled the air as everyone ran towards the car. "Oh my God. There’s someone inside!" one of the men shouted. Through the cracked, blood-smeared window, a woman was visible. A man pushed closer. The woman was slumped awkwardly against what remained of the crushed interior, her body twisted unnaturally. Blood streamed down her forehead, soaking her hair. Her breath came in shallow, ragged gasps.

"Hannah Grace became a natural killing machine. Ever since she was inside her mother's stomach, they've been experimenting on her. Victor mentioned that she always got sick when she was ten months old until she turned one year old. After that, she rarely got sick and could pick things up easily. She had an IQ of over 190. She's more like a machine than a human. She can pick things up by watching action movies… somehow, Victor concluded that living normally would also normalize her, and it can be triggered anytime." "Trigger?" Connor's/Conrad's head seemed to be loading. "Okay, I got it." "I won't work with face recognition. I will work on a new app that Viper couldn't access so I could searc

Jake Weasel pulled the van to a stop at a look-out point and switched the engine off. Jake got out, his hand going to his gun when a shadowy figure emerged from the darkness. Over his shoulder was a slumped form and he relaxed when he recognized Gage Vittori. “Wrath,” Gage said, letting the man fall to the ground with a loud thud. “Thanks, Gage, I owe you one.” Gage shook his head. “This was fun, no IOU needed. It’s been a while since I’ve gone stalking and hunting. I miss it.”

the Viper felt a great pang if betrayal mixed with shock and confusion. Natasha having let her guard down, Xander immediately retaliated by viciously striking her across her left jaw which threw her back and while using the agility of superspeed, Xander struck her again in the torso, sending her doubling back to the ground. Standing up, there were sounds of burning fire and crackling of electricity, with sparks of red arcing all around Xander’s body, sparkling off of his red leather jacket and black jeans. “Why...?” Viper managed to cry out, all the while feeling the wrenching pain that was in her guts as she tried to stand using her hands and knees.

She didn’t expect that Greg’s worker was even much worse than her original captor! Why did she not think everything could be a setup? All she thought about was how to run as fast as she could in the hope that nobody could catch her! It was all because of her impulsiveness and not thinking before doing anything! "You are mine now, b*tch! And I can finally do to you what I always wanted and think of doing to you and your sexy body!” He started touching her cheeks down to her shoulders. She creeped out to the nth level! Please save me, Lord! Oh, Lord!

⸻ As soon as Coach stepped out, the team group chat exploded. Jesse: Yoooo new Viper drop just hit. Connor: Bro, he’s insane for this one. Tariq: He’s doing yoga now? Or is that p**n disguised as yoga? Jesse: Reed, bet you got it bookmarked already. Adrian didn’t reply. He didn’t need to. His silence was already an answer. He pulled up the video. MidnightViper in low light, spine arched in a way that made Adrian’s throat tighten. Fluid movements. Bared skin. The slow drag of fingertips across sculpted hips.

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.