Nightcrawler Kp Novels & Stories

“Mr. Hooper,” Max called and stood up. “A not so good day to meet you.” Stretching his arm for a handshake, Max already felt his blood boil upon seeing the face of the only Nightcrawler that they caught after a long time of chasing. Calix Hooper received his hand and shook it tightly, holding Max in his mischievous gaze.

Remembering that we were close friends before we decided to marry each other, I didn't expect us to be brothers-in-law now. "Okay, sorry, but can you please call Adam? I'm really begging you. If Adam isn't here, I'll probably be a name tomorrow," I pleaded. "Yes, Miss, I will call Mr. Adam." The woman walked away. As she disappeared behind the wall, I caught sight of a black car that had just pulled into the driveway. Shortly afterward, Gavin appeared to get out of the vehicle. I paused. How could that man have come so early? Seeing as I was already awake, could his next move be to kill me? No, I can't die here. I can't give my life to that man.

I got the rest of my bills and returned to my apartment. =//= As I pinged myself in with my new ID card, I ran into Dr Dawson. He stopped and then pointed his finger at me. "You, come on over to this side." I stepped through the barrier and he pointed out the people who were in his small group of people. "Look at all of theses faces, Ms. Spitz. They are all key members of the team that you'll be joining. They will get up to speed with our current project. Staffers, this is Livia. She will be joining our team on this current project. She will be my supporting assistant. There are guards as well, but there is no need for introduction of them. They don't respond to names."

KATELYN'S POV ♡♡♡ "Ms. Hernandez, wake up! Please, ma'am, you need to wake up!" I felt a shake on my shoulder. Slowly, I opened my eyes and saw Claudia crying, nervous and clearly terrified. I struggled to sit up, but I felt intense pain in my thigh and ankle. She helped me sit and lean against a rock. "What happened?" I asked, holding my head. I noticed that the surroundings were getting darker, and night had fallen.

“You wish. No, they come to me a lot, images of an older gal with reddish gray hair, all kinky and long, gotta lil gal with her, ‘bout half her size.” “You don’t say?” Porcius nodded. “They raised a woman from the dead last night.” August near to choked on his flask of wine. “What?” “Yeah, these two gals prayed and chanted over this big ol’ pupa thing, a cocoon, like a butterfly, and it burst open, oozing blood and guts . . . and out rolls this beautiful woman, pale and red haired . . . nicely built too.” “Wonder why you’d dream that?’