Novel & Cerita Haunting Their Asses

What did that even mean? “I have no idea what you're getting at,”she said to the young girl.”What are you speaking of?” “She has lived in the shadows for a long time,watching and waiting for you.” “You’re not making any sense,”Beth replied,agitation rising in her voice. “Have you not felt her Beth?Here in your home?She watches you,growing stronger every day,she wants your life and she will end it when she’s ready.” Now Beth was getting mad.Were hallucinations supposed to be this annoying?

HAZEL My heart races like a wild horse as I find myself trapped in a nightmare come to life. Alpha Hunter looms over me, his presence suffocating, his intentions dark and sinister. Every single thing in me screams to run, to fight, but his grip on my arm is like an iron vice, holding me in place against the cold, unforgiving wall.

The horror of seeing them at state hunts me and that all I could do is just stare at them and do nothing. I can imagine their pain and it is also tormenting me too. It’s overruling my mind that I couldn’t even think straight. All that I want right now is to get away from this horror that is now hunting after me. However, it seem that what has been torturing me quickly outruns me and the next thing I knew, this phantom had already swallowed me into complete darkness.

The words from my mouth were cursed. Anything I said came true. When I was eight, a child trafficker broke my right leg. I stared at him and said, "You made me limp, so I'll make you limp too." A second later, steel pipes from an overturned truck went through both his legs. When I was twelve, a staff member at the orphanage stole my winter coat. I said to her, "You stole my warmth, so I'll give you the cold. You won't live past tonight. Ice will be your coffin." That night, she passed out drunk in a walk-in freezer and froze to death. Then the wealthy Shaw family found me and brought me home. However, I knew I was a monster, so I kept my mouth shut and acted like I was mute. But

None really had looked surprised, which was odd with nothing else considered. “Yeah, we’re named The Hell Hounds. We got called ‘bitch’ long enough that we wanted to thumb our noses at them. Who’s meaner than a hound of hell? His momma.” Jaxon laughed, and when he finished, “Oh, I like that. You must have really fun training days.”

" I threw them on the table and sighed. "What the hell is this? Don't they have any work to do other than invading others' privacy? Bloody morons, putting assumptions without any basis."

he taunted, squeezing Ashley’s neck with a chilling nonchalance. In the midst of this confrontation, Ashley struggled against Garrick’s grip, her voice strained as she pleaded, “Let go of me, you monster!” The words hung in the air, a desperate plea for release from the clutches of the menacing figure before her. Garrick, his eyes darkening with a sinister gleam, responded with a mocking chuckle. “So, I’m a monster to you now?” he questioned rhetorically, reveling in the emotional turmoil he had ignited.

- The bully said, trying to place the blame on a stranger. - It's no use lying, you are also being investigated, it's not to lie. - She said. They laughed, at every corner, but as they turned, they saw the ghostly figure of Nana, who was chasing them, jumping and slashing at them, they had been haunted by every corner, with threats and pursuits from a spirit that was threatening them like them, a day they did with them, accidents happened frequently, hauntings, screams, moans, not being able to sleep.

I stayed perfectly still, watching them retreat, my eyes cold and unwavering. “You're a fool!" "You’ve always been so weak-minded!" "I now declare you banished from this pack!" The words echoed through my mind, sharp and unforgiving, slicing deep every time they returned. No matter how hard I tried to push them away, they always found a way back—taunting, haunting, relentless.

He asked in a smart-ass tone. The only response he got back from my mates was a low growl. I could not believe my ears and the things I was hearing. I had heard the whispers and conversations about hunters while I was cleaning around the packhouse. They are cold-hearted, ruthless, sadistic, killing monsters that hunt down the supernatural for sport and then brutally torture them for days on end before finally killing them.