Nancy Loomis Scream 2 Novels & Stories

Xyla waved back at Nancy. “Come down and have a chat…” Nancy said before retrieving a cigarette from her limited-edition Hermes purse. She lit it up and started smoking. When Nancy smoked, she seemed even more attractive… Suddenly, Xyla felt as if she was looking at a poster girl. Xyla chuckled and got out of the car… Right after that, Stanley also got out of the car from the other side. The cold breeze blew against Xyla, making the edge of her white dress flow with the wind.

Lloyd said in a lust filled voice. Nancy looked down at him and the passionate look of lust and desire in those gorgeous brown eyes threw her over the edge and she felt her walls squeeze against his perfect cock and her eyes started to twitch, she shook violently, bouncing with more vigor on his fat hard stallion, when her orgasm hit her. “Fuck…daddy….yes…” She screamed as hot juice spilled out of her cunt, dripping onto his cock that was still buried inside her. Her orgasm almost made Lloyd bust again but he managed to control himself. He had fantasized about fucking that fat ass from behind for a long time. Now that would be a beautiful sight to cum to.

Feeling irritated, Nancy rubbed her ears, trying to block out the noise, and knocked on the door of room 1702. The door opened immediately, and a fair-skinned foreign man came out. "Sorry, I must have gotten the wrong room." Nancy waved apologetically at the man and was about to knock on the next room. Suddenly, she heard a scream behind her. It was Anna's voice! Then, it became silent! Nancy turned around and saw the face of the woman wrapped in a bath towel turned pale as she fumbled into the room. A sense of foreboding gripped Nancy, and she glanced at the door of room 1703 in front of her. Eventually, she decided to turn back and take a look at the situation first.

THIRD PERSON POV Nancy woke to a piercing scream, one she knew only too well. It was a theatrical cry Barbara used when she was in deep trouble. Except— this one was far from a simple scream. This one was raw, painful, and panicked. Nancy bolted upright from the cold floor, her heart slamming against her ribs. “Barbara?!” she gasped, scrambling to her feet. She rushed out of the bedroom, nearly tripping over the room's rug.

“Let me know if you need anything.” She gives me a big smile before starting to unpack. God, she’s so gorgeous. I walk back to my own room, thinking about the vivid blue of her eyes and the way they always light up with her smiles. I also can’t help thinking about what’s under that short skirt of hers. With a groan, I gather all my dirty clothes into a hamper and trudge back down the hall. “Oh, wait, are you doing a load?” I stop and turn to face Nora. She’s standing in the doorway, looking sexy as fuck with her perky tits and hard nipples. Her feet are bare now, and I notice her toes are painted a girly pink.

“Every time you close your eyes…it will be there waiting for you. Every time a man touched her, she would struggle not to cry. Are you sure that's what you want?" Nancy couldn't stop crying. “I can do it really fast. Painless. I promise." “Please,” she begged, “let me go.” “Do you know where Raymond is?” he asked, his voice cold and distant. “L-last time, we…” Nancy sobbed but continued, “we were in the guesthouse by the pool. He…he doesn't want anyone to hear me Scream!” Nancy cried into the mattress and pulled on the ropes that were holding her back.

My body tightens as I try to scream; my voice seems to catch in my throat. The door swings open, and Nolan bursts inside sharply, “Nancy, what are you doing? Why are you here” he shouts as he rushes towards the bed. Nancy stops dead, her hands frozen on the tubing. "Nolan—" "Doctor!" Nolan is screaming, tussling his way over to me, pushing Nancy aside. "Someone help! Doctor!"

“Go in, I'll bring the bags.” I nodded and drew in a sharp breath before walking towards the entrance. The sharp sound of metal dropping filled the air, the moment I stepped in. I froze, my mouth wide open but no words seemed to form. A loud scream broke the silence around me. “Nancy!” She stood at the top of rails on the stairway, barely steady as blood dripped from her neck. My blood ran cold. Ryker brushed past me in speed, racing to her but before he could reach, she dropped to the ground.

Emma looked around for Nancy but she was neither in her room nor the restroom. "Nancy!" said Emma loudly. A terrible thought appeared in her mind. She was pretty sure that a vampire was behind Nancy's sudden disappearance but what disturbed her more was the thought that they might kill or torture her. Her hands began to shake and tears filled her eyes as she walked out of the room. Her parents stood outside with a worried look. "Nancy, they took her," said Emma, crying. "Emma, are you sure?" said Mr Smith. "Nancy," said Mrs Smith loudly.

She screamed when the movement made the silver chains burn further into her skin, leaving a hefty smell of burned skin. "Hold her hand," I instructed my friend, who at that time was in warrior mode. He did so, as I fit her thumb between the spaced horizontal bars. Slowly, with a smirk grazing my lips, I started turning the screw down the threads, my mouth watering as Nancy began feeling the pain. She whimpered, her reaction not quite enough. I tightened the screw further, making the loosely fixed horizontal bar press tighter on her thumb.