Hooked And Sinkered Novels & Stories

White Guy (who’d apparently decided to Man Up) rasped at Deyquan’s shoulder, “My God.” drowned herself The young woman who only fifteen minutes before had been pleading her case with Miss Receptionist hung by her head and neck from a sink. Her face, jammed into the sink. Arms dangling limply at her sides. Knees bent but hovering a few inches above the floor, not quite touching. Toes dragging on tile. The faucet was on, and the sink—clogged with the girl’s face—overflowing onto the floor. Deyquan peered at the neck’s odd angle. It was probably broken. He stepped closer, but White Guy grabbed his arm. “Crime scene,” he muttered, “shouldn’t touch anything.”

– Tsuki said. - I didn't expect it to be easy. – Jung said. - It's a trap anyway. – Tsuki said. When they saw that the place was submerged, they realized that they had reached the bottom, amidst opening the door on the opposite side of the elevator, swimming out of the elevator, in which they saw several corpses hanging around between hooks and cages. Scrolling through several spears from top to bottom, which they realized were scattered skeletons of bodies scattered, above them, as they climbed towards a railing, right there on a ramp, was one of the immortal henchmen between the platforms above them, the waiting.

“-STOP THIS, PLEASE! ANYTHING YOU WANT, I’LL GIVE IT TO YOU! DON’T HURT HER!” She ignored Neil, slowly driving nails into my petrified soul with her evil words. “This bag is laced with lead. And when it comes in contact with water, it is the heaviest thing… and also, sinks faster than you can imagine. With your fucking hands tied… you can never free yourself.” Her grin was widening just as I was dying inside. “When you’ve taken in so much water, and your corpse is bloated and trapped down in this deep pool, I will still shoot you right in the face, to make sure you’re dead!”

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His left hand closed around Vivienne’s fingers—firm, controlled—and pulled her into his side. hey moved forward together. Through rust. Through water. Through silence. Only the rain followed them. Then the loudspeaker above flickered red. A distorted voice, layered through encryption filters, cracked through the storm. “Welcome to your nightmare.” Flashlights snapped upward. Dozens of guards advanced with tactical rifles raised. And then they saw it. A body. Hanging upside down in the center of the dock, suspended by three industrial chains driven through bone—collarbones and scapulae shattered by force. Five meters above ground.

I started the engine and slowly navigated us out to the deeper water. I watched them settle in. Julia and Khloe were in their bikinis, soaking up the sun, while Sade kept her shorts and shirt on. I hated that she was insecure with her body. I was going to make it my mission to make her feel good. “Seriously, Sade, look at this boat,” Khloe said, attempting to take her voice down. I wasn’t going to tell her I could still hear her. “It’s a yacht,” Julia argued, pulling a chuckle from me at her insistence.

A different kind of sensation was running through my body. " Please get away from me... " I said In a meek voice though I wanted to say that very confidently. He looked into my eyes again and gave a smile. " Why?? Are you getting affected by me?? Are you scared that the emotions you keep shut will come out?? " He asked caressing my face with his fingers and I shivered a bit. He smiled and placed his lips on mine. I was shocked. He pulled me a bit and now my body was plastered to him. I gasped at the sudden contact. He tilted his head and started licking and sucking my lower lip. I was shocked at that as nobody has ever touched me that way.

Marco Vasquez The water was a fist around my throat, cold and black and endless. I kicked upward, lungs screaming, but the hook in my chest dragged me down like an anchor made of ice. My laptop was gone, ripped away in the fall, swallowed by the river and with it, the last illusion that code could save us. Bubbles streamed from my mouth as I fought, but the darkness pressed closer, thicker, until the red pulse of the Heartstone was the only light left in the world.

from Vincenzo was like getting a nod from God—if God ran rackets and had bodies buried under every street corner from Cicero to Edgewater. Luca and I grabbed Deo by the arms. He groaned. We dragged him across the blood-slick floor, steel hooks dangling from above like the souls of a hundred dead pigs. The Meat Locker earned its name. The chain clanked as I hoisted one of the hooks down. I slipped the sharpened hook beneath his arms, threading it through the meat of his shoulders like a Christmas ham. He screamed, hoarse and broken, as we hoisted him off the ground. His body jerked violently, blood streaming from the punctures as gravity did its thing. The chain rattled overhead.

Stephan Clifford Guzik dived to the front seat to protect Mariana putting her on his lap, at the same time, he maneuvered the steering wheel even as the car slammed through a building and every other thing on the way until they made it to the main road. After making sure they were not being followed, he glanced at Mariana, who has gone into shock. “Hey. Go back to your sit,” he said, but for some reason, he liked her there on his lap.