Pinhead Novels & Stories

Devin butted in. Inspector Santos glared at Devin for interrupting and she said, “continue, Ms. Green.” Rolling my eyes, I ignored her glare at my actions. “It was Camilla Smith.” I repeated, “she swayed her bat, like Harley Quinn, and she hit me too many times until I lost consciousness. The next thing I knew, Devin was on my side and I’m in this hospital.” “Thank you, Ms. Green,” the lady officer stood up and fixed her lady tux suit jacket. “Who’s Harley Quinn?” she gave a wink before exiting the room.

‘I just hope he’s okay' he mentally said, returning his phone to his back pocket. He looked around one last time and decided that it was time to leave. Just as he was about to open the door to his car, someone smashed his head into the window of the car, making his vision go blurry for a moment. He shook his head repeatedly to clear his vision. When he could see again, he didn’t hesitate to throw a punch at whoever it was that attacked him from behind. He recognized the person to be a member of Hugh’s pack. Roy, in that instant knew he shouldn’t have left his uncle alone with that bastard. He knew Hugh had something up his sleeves. He kicked his attacker continuously on the stomach, wishing

I have been dreading this day for months now. Today is the day that my father receives his trial sentence from the shrewd and devilishly handsome judge, Damien Hale. His nickname was “The Demon,” and I would always hear my father and his fellow lawyer friends speak about “Judge Damien “The Demon” Hale” and how they all hated to go in front of the man because he was so intimidating and harsh. The women, on the other hand, would sneak into the hearings just to get a glimpse of the man, and gossip spread about his beauty, which I had never witnessed until today.

“Punk, the venom has penetrated deep into your body. You’re doomed.” “Doomed?” Sneering again, Kiran shook his arm and released a burst of internal force. A silver needle appeared in his other hand. It pierced his skin, producing a spurt of black blood, and his blackened, foul-smelling arm began to return to its original color before everyone’s eye. Mr. Ali and the others were dumbfounded. “W-who are you?” Finally realizing that he had encountered someone formidable, Mr. Ali stared at Kiran in fear and apprehension.

) I say to myself. Time goes by slowly since I’m tied up and can’t move or do anything to entertain myself. My stomach is growling from the hunger and my head is pounding. I close my eyes to try and get some sleep since there is nothing else I can do. I am about to fall asleep when I suddenly hear the door open. There’s a girl standing at the door. She looks like she is around my age. I don’t think she is the one that hire Austin, but looks can be deceiving. I for a few minutes we just stare at each other, not saying anything. The girl finally looks down and sighs. She walks towards me slowly. She takes out an apple from her pocket and I raise an eyebrow.

The best way to incapacitate someone or hide something is with the Shadow Pin. The back felt the wet wall, the trembling intensified, Alud slowly shifted his gaze to the approaching silhouette. Thoughts were confused in a mess, creating various solutions to get out of this situation. Nobody likes a stalemate, nobody likes being a rat in a corner, not everyone can handle it - that's survival.

Allen Peterson this just took off the silver needle, sharp-mouthed monkey gills man panting heavily, the whole person collapsed in the chair, as if exhausted. When the strong man next to him saw him like this, he turned pale with fear. He knew the character of the pointed-mouthed monkey-gills man. Unless the pain was really beyond his bearing capacity, he wouldn't scream like a dog. "Allen Peterson, how did you do it just now? How can he hurt so much?" Ava Smith- couldn't help but ask Allen Peterson. The project manager also looked curious and stared at Allen Peterson to know the principle. When they asked, Allen Peterson smiled: "You should know that silver needles generally don't hurt."

And I do, drink in every line, every shadow, every promise written across his skin. My eyes track the trail of hair down his stomach, watch his fingers dip to the waistband of his jeans. He’s watching me watch him, lips curling into a smirk like he already knows I’m about to lose it. He pushes his pants down slow, like he’s giving me a show, and yeah, I’m watching. Then I see it. Pierced. A gleaming barbell right through the thick head of his cock, shaped like a Saint Andrew’s cross. I swear my breath catches so hard it punches heat straight through me. My eyes go wide.

The attacker jerked my head back by my hair, hard. Somehow, my fingers closed around the purse strap. I dragged it towards me. The zipper! My trembling fingers found the head, pulled it down. I put my hand inside, past crumpled tissues, loose change. There it was! The cool, smooth metal of the pin. I grabbed it, fisted it tight. With the last shred of strength I had, I drove the sharp end of the pin straight down, deep into the thick muscle of the arm pinning me.

“I remember everything.” “And yet,” he murmured, stepping closer, “you look at the girl, and you hesitate.” She bared her teeth, black veins pulsing under her skin. “I don’t hesitate. I remember.” He smiled like a knife unsheathing. “Good.” Then he raised a hand and pressed it to her forehead. Dark tendrils of magic slithered down his fingers into her skull. It hurt—every cursed blessing did—but she didn’t scream. She never screamed. Visions poured in: