Haunting Their Asses 소설 & 이야기

Weak. "Don't you dare ignore me you asshole! " His neck snaps around and he growls lowly in warning, baring his teeth. "You killed someone, you understand that. Killed! I know it wasn't your intention but you won't be able to save them like this. " Jax ignores me sniffing the air, stepping off, maybe to find a more interesting prey. Oh no asshole. I scramble from my position, running around him and blocking his path. "You're upset. I get that, but guess what man, we're all f***ing upset and exhausted. Our pack is dying you asshole. "

You know the feeling when your annoying little cousin you didn't even know existed, continuously irritates you so fucking much that you just wanna light them up on fire and smile in satisfaction as they burn alive, or, you want to bash their head to the floor and kill them? That's the exact I am feeling right now as Scarlet continue to freaking jump on my bed, banging pots and pan together, the curtains opened, direct fucking sunlight onto my face as my head pounded and I felt like literal shit as if death ran me over. How the fuck is she not hungover?

They began to chant in unison. "The life you lead, you'll pay indeed." Frank could hear them growling, low and menacing, promising retribution he knew he deserved. Then the shadows would swoop over him like a physical weight, and he could feel their teeth gnashing against his skin, tearing at flesh that somehow remained intact when he woke. He'd wake up screaming, drenched in sweat, and immediately grab his whiskey bottle, chugging it down in desperate gulps that never quite drowned out the voices.

she blubbered. "Up the ass..." Zia added, "...just like you did me." Etta's eyes grew wide as her lips quivered, resisting the urge to protest. "Grey the draft horse fucks you up the ass, and blows his load of cum. THEN you are forgiven," Zia articulated forcefully, like a judge handing down a verdict in a trial.

It always happens whenever I'm scared. "Calm down, Cara, lest you reveal your powers to him," Hana whispers angrily. "If that happens we can kiss this place goodbye because we'll be thrown out as bad bloods." Bad bloods. Otherwise known as the Ruined, or the Cursed. The spoilt apples.

The venom in my veins is heightening. 'Tik-Tok Alpha. You're running low on time' is all it says, and I want to burn it. I want to throw it away and pretend it's a nightmare I'm going to wake up from. A dream that's being plagued by the haunting sounds of terror, but it isn't, and I won't. I'm being haunted, and they are taking such pride in taunting us. Stopping on the note in pure anger and growling as loud as my body will allow me to, I turn to my men and find all of them with their heads tilted up, letting out their own angry howls and whines.

“Get your ass here.” Hades trembled and took his time to approach Kaze. With his head hung low, Hades presented himself to Kaze. “My friend, I’m sure there’s some sort of misunder—” Smack! Kaze’s blow sent him crashing to the ground. Hades’ cheek swelled, and his nose bled. It hurt so much. “Get your ass here,” Kaze said emotionlessly. Hades shakily crawled to his feet and looked at Kaze menacingly. He hissed through clenched teeth. “I don’t care who you are, but you’re dead meat. My people are on the way—”

It felt like I was being haunted by the ghosts of my past, and I could hear their accusing whispers echoing in my ears. I stood up from the bed, unable to relax, Each face, each life lost, flashed before my eyes like a haunting slideshow. The pain and suffering I caused weigh heavily on my heart, and I can't escape the haunting images that replay in my mind. It's as if the weight of the world rests upon my shoulders. Regret gnaws at my conscience, tearing through my defenses like a relentless predator. I question my humanity, wondering how I could have been capable of such ruthless acts.

Some can’t even speak. “Fokken assholes. Ek sal hulle almal doodmaak. Hulle moeder s'n sal ween voor die oë van hulle verminkte liggame.Ek sal hulle ingewande uittrek en hulle verwurg. Ek sal hulle oogballe uitgrawe en dit op hul assholes vul. Ek sal hulle bloed laat huil. (Fucking assholes! I'll kill them all. Their mother's will weep at the sight of their mutilated bodies. I will pull their intestines out and strangle them. I will dig out their eyeballs and stuff it up their assholes. I will make them weep blood.)”

"What do you mean?" "After you were...," he trails off, as if trying to figure out how to place his words. "Pestered by the wolves." "Pestered?" I exclaim. "I wasn't pestered, I was attacked!" Ash cocks his head again, looking down at me with hard eyes. "Attacked? If you were attacked by wolves you would be dead," somehow his tone of voice made me feel as if I was playing with matches while gas was leaking into the room. If I did something wrong—