Human Fnaf Novels & Stories

I was nothing more than a surrogate they hired. Their original plan was to stress me out with a diet of high-cholesterol meat and the grief of losing loved ones, hoping I would die in an accident and they could inherit my dad's fortune and cash in on a fat insurance policy. However, when I jumped from the upstairs and ended up in a coma, only to wake up soon after, they panicked about being found out and crafted a fake reality around me, a true Truman Show. In the sterile quiet of the hospital room, the past year's nightmare played out again. They pumped me full of drugs that twisted reality, convincing me I was given a second chance at life.

I was not FUCKING GOING", I screamed loudly, and, like the other man, he exploded as well. Blood coated me from head to toe and a rush of energy seemed to knock the trees around me down in a perfect circle. I saw Seth, Jax, and Carter running in my direction, and I smiled, feeling sleepy. I knew they would come for me. Before I could reach out, I felt my body give away and I fainted. The memory of it all came at once and I gasped. There was no way I could have killed those men, was there? I was human. Only human. I didn't have any powers. My parents were human. One hundred percent. I remember feeling stressed the other day and the window in my own room exploded. Did I have some weird power t

the girl in the car mumbled. “You brought this on yourself Hilary,” Hunter said as he carried her on his shoulder. She tried to shake herself off him but couldn’t manage. Hunter was too strong. He had the body of baseball players. He was six feet tall. His arms were big they could hold three people at once. He had a very hideous face with a beard he well took care of.

What does mate mean? He senses my tension and confusion, but he doesn’t clear my confusion immediately. “Amelia, have you ever heard about werewolves?” I shake my head. Of course not. Werewolves sound like the types of characters in legends or bedtime stories. And during my childhood, I don’t have such a thing as bedtime stories, all I have is bedtime tears. “It’s OK. Human beings don’t know much about us. I understand.” His words make my jaw drop. Human beings? Us?

Sheila said, praying silently. She closed her eyes, waiting for the wolf to devour her. Then she heard something crunching. Sheila thought it was her bone but she didn't feel any pain. "Was I saved by someone?" She thought, scared of opening her eyes. Finally, she flung her eyes open, expecting to see the big wolf but saw a large naked man, staring down at her. She blinked twice, thinking she was dreaming. Then she closed her eyes and opened it back, the naked man was still still there, staring at her.

I heave another sigh as I click on another website. "Phantom. Bambam," I giggle, but continue, "Coffee. Kujo. Vincent. Ooh, Knight. No?" I get no response. "Oh, look at this list, there has to be something somewhere in here. Albus. Amadeus. Galileo. Mushu!" I burst out laughing at one of my favourite characters. The wolf huffs, so I continue. "Sherlock. Wonton. Picasso. Bilbo. Gandalf. Merlin. Gatsby. Poe. Watson. Alfredo. Cat. Einstein. Toothless!" I continue with my frantic state as I see another favourite character. The wolf just huffs again and I roll my eyes.