Romans & histoires Haunting Their Asses

"But that was only because he stood in the way! He was an obstacle between us, nothing more!" His grip tightened even more, fingers pressing into the vulnerable hollow of my throat with deliberate precision. A choked whimper escaped me as my legs kicked uselessly against the wardrobe, my heels drumming a pathetic, frantic rhythm against the wood. Black spots danced at the edges of my vision. "But he's dead now, Ash!" The words came out in a desperate, high-pitched wail that didn't even sound like my own voice, it was the voice of someone unraveling, someone losing their grip on sanity. "He's gone! I can't hate a ghost! I can't hate him forever!"

Cammie said, looking out through the back window. "What are you guys running away from?" this time Alyssa asked. "Oh, just some martial art illiterate undead," Cammie said as if that wasn't a big deal. "Cam, they're worse than serial killers!" I told her. "Mmm...do you mean all those guys coming behind us?" Alyssa said, averting her eyes to the rear-view mirror. I turned around and spotted two cars speeding along, one was red and the other was yellow. "Oh, no," I said.

“Sir, I can't see how what you have is not a danger to what I have.” “Son, send your dumb ass friend to go fetch your shit cause if you don't have, then there is just one asshole between you three that is a problem.” “Must I go A?” “Just fucking go, Matson; if you are going to play, mine is bigger than yours now." “Then this leads to my next question. What the fuck is pest-control? What do you three shit heads occupy yourselves with?"

Pausing only at the sound of a voice booming through the woodland. "Call him again!" A second male screamed as we caught up to him, Ava's teeth sinking into his neck and tearing straight through bone and muscle, his body slumping to the floor just as she spat his head across the field, watching with fascination as it rolled the feet of a third male. "Seriously! Stop fucking killing everyone!" I grumbled, rolling my eyes. "They mentioned the Azure bastards. I need to know what they are doing here!" I spewed, watching her slowly advance to her next target.

he yelled in shock. "Did she just?" Gunner asked himself while the wolves behind laughed. "No talking, action Master!" Rune yelled with a hint of jest. "That brat!" He mused and sped off. "I'm going to miss wet forest scent," Garry said unconsciously. Madam Dera and Chase exchanged glances and chorused "Wet forest scent?" 'Damn!' He thought, he smiled nervously as they curiously stared at him. Did he just say that out loud?

Well, smart too late anyway. “Get up and never return. And if I ever catch you around these premises again. I won't be so kind. “ I kicked the other men on the ground, groaning in pain” and get these weaklings out of my sight” I spit out in disgust. They couldn't get up fast enough, like their asses were on fire. Even though they looked funny trying to run like that. Hmm now, what to do?

"You useless pieces of shit! What are you all waiting for? Let's go!" The gangsters crawled to their feet with various hisses of pain and helped each other up as they limped toward the door.

The dogs that could pass for wolves would yell out in the angered voices of the women seeking retribution, fierce like a hurricane, screaming the deeds they’d done. “Rapist!” “Manipulator!” “Assaulter!” “Liar!” “Killer!” Night after night each man was plagued with being swallowed whole by the beasts that represented each of their victims. One went insane before he had timed it but he ended up being able to add their compadre’s tortured confessions to the pack. “Please! I’m sorry! We did it! Tell them please! Confess!” And now that they were primed and ready and the most perfect of nights was on its way. On a restless full moon before Halloween he appeared to Asha.

he mumbles, almost in a whisper, massaging his head in an attempt to dispel the lingering emotions. Shaken by the vivid nightmare, Dean sits on the edge of his bed with the unsettling emotions stirred by the dream. The darkness of the room seems to press in on him as he contemplates the haunting vision of Kaitlyn. "Why do you keep haunting me?" he mutters, the words hanging heavy in the silent room. The echoes of his nightmares and the weight of guilt leave Dean in a state of profound unease, caught between the waking world and the remnants of his troubled sleep.

Asher The drive to the Aston pack was a long but quiet one. I sank into several feelings and notions in my head, none helped try to ease the worry of what I might find. What I might witness. Too much was already happening and I felt that all of these were connected in some stupid and deranged way. All of these could not be orchestrated by one person, one man that wanted to bring chaos to the night creatures. Or where they are trying to get my attention on something because it worked.