Gore Novels & Stories

Tory was angry, she couldn't believe Grace could be so heartless,she stood at the door staring at Grace who had no idea she was there staring at her while she eats. it's been two weeks since the little money Tory had on her had run out, ever since then both Tory and Grace have been surviving on the little food which was barely enough for one person, which Tory gets from few guys who where trying to ask her out, not knowing each time she leaves the house to go look for food for both herself and Grace, Grace would get something to eat with the money her parents sent to her.

Van Gogh, one of the junior colleagues hissed. "And you all claim to be experts!" Flying dragon bolted. "It is not time to yell and quarrel. We have to make physical enquiries and get to know at least one thing about that guy before we use the computer, typing random names and workplaces won't help us here" Lee, a Korean guy suggested.

Malachi, Levi, William, Adara, Jessica, Kiran, and Falcon were all gathered there. “Okay, this is weird,” I said. “You weren’t supposed to bring Kari with you,” Kiran said, and Kari turned to look at me. “What’s going on?” I asked. I looked at Falcon, but he looked down, not able to meet my eyes. Kiran walked toward me and placed his hands on my shoulders. His eyes seemed to blaze with fire. “Ganga undi.” His blue flames enveloped us, and my first instinct was to fight it.

But his face remained unreadable to them. Raine leaned forward eagerly. “What do you think about it? she asked. Paulo swallowed, then he nodded once. “I now understand why assassins use poison instead of this.” Lewis nearly choked laughing. Mrs. Gloria laughed openly this time. Raine looked horrified. “Then you should have it as your final meal,” she spat. Paulo reached for another bite. He ate it, took another and ate it again. He kept eating. “You hate it but you’re still eating,” Lewis said, mockingly.

Up in the distance, there was a huge crowd, Gregory pointed "That's speakers corner, its where people can use their free speech to spread messages to the public" I looked to see a man speaking through a megaphone to the gathering crowd "That's Tommy Robinson, he's got a huge gathering as you can see, he's very popular" "Whats he protesting about?" I ask watching the crowd "He's protesting about young girls being raped by Muslim gangs, it's a big problem here, we should move, the police will be here soon" "Why?" "They don't like Tommy and what he stands for" "I don't get it?" I say confused

I didn't kiss a guy for 5 years I'm pretty nervous. And then he touches my lips and it's going automatically. I get lost and almost forget where we are when suddenly the bathroom door opens and I remember Defne in it. I immediately let go of his lips and get into Deniz room before she gets out. "Vay, vay, vay, eniste!" Defne playfully adds in Turkish saying wow three times and uncle to Hudson. Eniste is used in Turkish as the husband of the sister or an aunt. I guess she heard us. They both laugh and I hear their steps going downstairs.

If it is a prank I support my dad killing them both. As soon as Mr. Lorenzo knocks on the door I receive a text. I look at the phone and it's Rene. RENE: Going shopping then after we go to the spa. "Who's that?" Mom asks me. "Cole." I lie. Then I put my phone back in my pocket. Someone opens the door. An old man, I've seen him around. He's short, has long grey hair and he lives on his own. I think he. . . Oh my God, his grandparents were one of the first people to be killed by wolf hunters in Texas, if we're coming to him for vervain that means he knows vampires killed his grandparents. If he knows vampires exist why not say anything? Why not tell the pack?

"[ GoDS MusT ComeBacK ]" "[ThE CounciL MusT RevivE ThE GodS ]" "[ TheY ArE Us! TheY MusT ExisT ]" "[We OF ThE CounciL, MusT SavE The GodS]" "[We MusT SavE The OlD GodS]" "[ ThE ArE RottinG, ThE ArE DecayinG ]" "[LeT ME Go! LEt Us GO! ]" "[ PaiN, AgonY, OblivioN, EternitY.... I Want To DiE ]"

walkthrough, the silence was heavy, broken only by the frantic whispers of assistants and the sharp click of expensive shoes on the marble floor. ​I stood behind the secondary camera, my hands steady only because of years of practice, though my chest felt like it was collapsing. He was right there—barely ten feet away. I could see the familiar curve of his jaw and the way his hair caught the light, but the warmth was gone. He looked like a statue carved from ice.

Absolute zero. “You know, maybe he is a ghost?” Cal offered as we ran onto the field to cheer on our team. “Yes Cal,” I breathed back sarcastically, “I see dead people.” “Can’t rule out all the possibilities now can we? Wooh! Go, team! Yeah!” Callie cheered as our football team tore through the banner, we had made in class this morning. It was a cartoon drawing of a wolf pack cornering a cowering lion. Symbolizing our school, Shadow Creek Wolves, versus the Calbert Lions.