Goosebumps Books Slappy Novels & Stories

That happened and it’s in the past, you know? Chill, man, Skippy with the fucked up blond hair said. Cool dude. Gayer than Christmas, but cool. Always fuckin’ with his hair and shit. Whatever. Just chill. Fuckin’ shit was fucked up. He brought his knees to his chest. His guts were moving. Jumping and turning. Reaching and wiggling. Bumping into each other and getting all tangled up in knots. Even pushing against his skin. Like he could put his hand on his stomach and feel ‘em slithering. But there was no fucking way he was going to push on his skin. Fucker could break and split open and, oh hell no, no way.

As I hurry back down the corridor, I see Gavin, our publisher, at the far end. He’s ushering an unmistakable forty-inch waist into the lift. As I’m watching, the Gruffalo turns and flashes a menacing anti-smile at me. He holds up four stubby fingers and is still doing so as the doors close.

"You've got quite the nerve, Fabio Lopez. I am that 'bastard' that you speak of. "So, tell me. How exactly are you planning to chop off my flesh and feed me to your dogs?"

"Don't be afraid now, Mag. Your grandfather is handling other matters, but I'm here to stand up for you." The sight of my grandmother made Don's face turn pale. "Mom… W-What are you doing here?" Before Don could say more, my grandmother tilted her head slightly. Her bodyguard, James Gibson, stepped forward, and he slapped Don so hard that he fell to the ground. "If I hadn't come, I'd never have proof of you siding with outsiders to bully my granddaughter," she said sharply. Hearing my grandmother's unapologetic defense of me, a deep sense of guilt welled up in my heart.

But it was too late. Slade surged forth, in all his frightening glory. He burst out of me like lava from a volcano. It was a euphoric release, letting Slade out. I struggled to contain him every moment of every day it felt like. It felt glorious to let him out, to let down my guard. Chloe leapt up from the couch. Slade hunched down on his hind legs. He growled, a low, threatening, terrifying growl. A growl that told Chloe, any moment now, he would pounce and sink his teeth into her neck.