Ice Scream Man Novels & Stories

He quirked his brow and stared at me like I was some weird creature. "And who might that be?" The man talking to Felix, said and I stilled at the sound of his deep maniac, hoarse voice. I paled instantly as pairs of glaring scary orbs stared at me, all the men were looking at me. Felix turned to see what the man was talking about and then he grinned. I swallowed as two scary men stared at me. Felix and the one with a scarred face and black scary eyes. "Don Felix?" The man asked with a nasty smike as he waited for Felix reply.

Evelyn let out a loud scream. She tried using her hands to push off the man atop of her but the man remained unmoved. Seeing that Evelyn was gradually sober, the man's excitement elevated. With a salacious smile on his face, he said, "Hey there, you're finally conscious! I can't wait to get to know you..." "I'm almost there..." Evelyn was stunned and still in a daze. What was happening? Why was she with the man? Tears began to stream down her face silently. The pain she felt in her heart was nothing compared to the physical pain afflicted on her body.

The one that never reached his eyes. But one figure, off to the side— Their face violently scribbled out in thick black ink. The lines were deep, desperate. She didn’t need to see the face. She knew exactly who it was. Her chest tightened until it hurt to breathe. No. She slammed the photo back into the box and clapped the lid shut. Downstairs, the front door creaked open. Her breath hitched. She froze. Listened. Nothing. The silence was too perfect.

The man equally screams, skittering on his feet. At that moment, the stupid man pours the rubbish he’s holding on me!!!! “Ahhh!!!!” I double my screams as I feel the garbage, rotten baked beans, noodles, and all the shitty leftovers dropping down on my body. Omigod!” I belt out, almost crying as I feel the strong urge to puke! “Ughhhh!!!” the man screams again st the sight of me. “Who are you? Ghosts?” Quickly, he does a sign of the cross and screams again. “Father lord! I’m gonna call the security!!!”

I scream. He’s across the room in two strides. One gloved hand clamps over my mouth, muffling the sound, the other pinning my wrists above my head. The duffel drops to the floor with a heavy thud. I thrash, naked, wet, terrified, but he’s solid muscle, immovable, his body heat radiating against my bare skin. He smells like rain-soaked leather and something warm under that makes my traitor brain think safe when nothing about this is safe.

Panic surged through me as a voice whispered urgently in my ear, "Don't scream, Isadora, please." My heart pounded against my chest, fear gripping me as I struggled against the grip. Who was behind me, and what did they want? The voice repeated again, and this time, it sent a jolt of surprise down my spine by its familiarity. The scent, the tone—it couldn't be anyone else. The grip loosened, and I slowly turned around to set eyes on Eamon. Panic surged through me as I struggled against his hold, attempting to scream, but he covered my mouth just in time, pleading with desperation in his eyes.

Then suddenly, Elena eyes shot open glowing a deeper red than before, and the scream that came from her throat made the blood in Marie's body turn to ice water. There was something otherworldly about that primal scream, like two voices coming from her mouth; one that was elena and one that wasn't human at all.

He couldn’t see her full face beneath her veil, only a pair of bright, delicate eyes watching him—pleading, trembling. He froze, momentarily stunned. He had never seen such eyes. “Well,” he said with a filthy grin, “maybe we don’t need to kill you. You can keep us company instead.” Elena’s slender body trembled. Her voice cracked beautifully. “I’m scared… I don’t want to die. I’ll do whatever you want… just don’t hurt me.” The Scar Man, already twisted by desire, dropped his weapon and reached for her, starting to unfasten her buttons.

"Okay, okay, easy. I’m just telling you about my favorite event of the day. Relax and keep yourself calm. I’m not sure if you’ll like what I’ll say next…" I think I know what he’ll say. The agency wants me to accept the offer because I’d clearly stated my disgust when it was offered. "Tic wanted you to accept the offer." Tic is short for Terror-In-Closet. The guy that I inadvertently caused a scandalous incident with. I think I’m still absent-minded that I didn’t straighten my facts.

...|<><>|...|<><>|... . Liam was already there, looking at the man, His eyes widened as he frantically attempted to shake his head, and he bit on the gag in his mouth, his veins popped out everywhere and a layer of sweat covered his body. Soon after Axel entered, along with Steve,