Hooked And Sinkered Novels & Stories

Greg uttered Wendy heaved and made her way home. The ride seemed longer than usual as Wendy’s mind drowned in the memories of the threatening message. Quietly, she entered her room. Wendy was famished but was so weak to do anything, so she fell flat on the bed. “Who could be behind this?” Wendy whispered. Drowning in her thoughts, she dozed off. Meanwhile, Hilton was attending to the stack of files on his table when someone knocked on the door. Before he could answer, the person was before him.

It stopped by the second line. Back on the river, Jack tossed a grappling hook at the underside of the bridge like he’d done it yesterday. He did not do it gracefully. He did it until it stuck. The hook bit the world. He pulled himself along the lip of stone, rain slime and moss making the work rude. His fingers found the adhesive seam more than his eyes did. A panel had been applied to the underside of the arch—thin, flexible, coated in silt that had been painted on, not earned. Behind it, a cavity cut into old concrete.

M, 3rd Day ◣━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━◢ But now, as we stared into the horizon with our hitching breaths, we remembered Haley. Haley, who had not made it through the rushing water. Her body, limp and lifeless, had been swallowed by the depths as the iron door groaned open. We had almost made it together, as a team, pushing through the trials as one. But now Haley was gone, and we stared into the unknown beyond - drained, haunted, and forever changed by what we had lost along the way in this frigid waters of our twisted fate.

There was a bedside table next to her with a glass of water and a bucket next to the bed. "Hello," her voice came out in a cracked whisper. "Hello," she said even louder. "Is anyone there!? Can anyone hear me!? Please. I need help!" she said as she started to cry. This was real, and she had no memory of how this happened. How long had she been here now. Did she wake up prior to this and do the same thing? She looked down at her ankle, which burned the most. It was raw, and it looked like burnt flesh all around. She felt the metal around her ankle, and it burned to the touch. She was being captive with silver. Is that what was making her so weak?

My knees threatened to give out as another wave of liquid heat soaked my underwear. It was the most shamelessly intimate thing I had ever witnessed. He eased his fingers from his mouth with a soft, wet sound, a dark, satisfied smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Delicious," he murmured. His hand dropped to his belt, and the metal buckle gave a sharp clink as he unfastened it. "We still have twenty minutes, Meret." His voice was calm, almost conversational. "Plenty of time to—" "No!" The word burst from my lips before he could finish.

Smithers asked. "At low tide, just before it turned, they dug a big hole, 8'-10' deep, just above the incoming water line," Susan replied, still staring directly at Quinn. "They then threw both men into the hole, still hog tied, and waited until the tide came in and collapsed the hole and buried them alive." "And did you personally see any of this?" Mr. Smithers asked. "Yes," Susan said, finally turning her gaze from Quinn to look at the judge, "every bit of it."

His outfit was drenched with brains and splattered entrails and he couldn’t wait to get back to his digs and into fresh togs. When he reached the deck, he saw the deckhand had anticipated Heppel’s order. The power winch whirred as it hauled in the slack on the tow line. Suddenly the winch jammed. Humphry tried to crank it manually, but it was stuck. Ned Meadows lent a hand and Small Tom and Eustace Pye grabbed the hawser and started pulling. The slack was below the water. Fish could figure what was weighing it. “Move aside,” he said and raised his axe.

[ DESTINY CARTER ] "Should I hang you up to a fisher's fishing hook Alessandro?You are stuck with girls like a worm."Stefnao snorted shooting daggers at Alessandro who,along with I and Povetta sank in the shallow lake water. The water was upto my waist and thr chilling sensation under a scorching sun was total buster.Povetta also requested Stefano and Adam to join us but one glare from the mob boss and his obedient cousin's polite refusal didn't stop us from having the fun of our share.

thought Albern. Then Albern stepped out and went straight into the warehouse, but the warehouse was empty. Albern felt strange, because there wasn't one in the swimming pool and there wasn't one in the warehouse either. Finally Albern came back out, he stepped towards the swimming pool. Because his curiosity was very strong, Albern finally looked towards the swimming pool. From above he could clearly see Harnum's body which had sunk to the bottom of the swimming pool.

Sophie’s gaze was still fixed on my back, something similar to horror flashing in her expression. I bit my lip, letting my shoulders tremble just slightly. “I—please, don’t look at me like that,” I whispered, my voice barely above a breath. I watched as Sophie’s expression shifted, the pity settling in. I had her reeled in; Hook. Line. Sinker.