Pinhead Novels & Stories

Dan's weight on me was too much and I couldn’t break his grip on me. My legs were pinned by his legs hooked around me and my hands held above my head by his. His breath smelt sweet and unusual; it was sickening. He held his face close to mine when his phone rang in his pocket. He jumped off me and I started screaming. He ran out of the room slamming the door behind him, my screams were pointless. However, it was the first sign of hope. If I could somehow submit to him and get his phone from him, I might be able to reach out.

“Wanted to ask… about something.” Riven tilted his head. “Something… important?” “Yes. Extremely important,” I said, fumbling with my pocket as if the hairpin was the key to literally everything in the universe—which, honestly, it kind of felt like it was. “It’s… a pin. A small, metallic, extremely incriminating pin.” He raised an eyebrow again. “A pin? You’ve got my attention. Do explain.”

“I know Blackthorns. Once doubt creeps in, it rots everything. And it destroys whatever it touches. Once and for fucking all…” Lorenzo exhaled sharply, pleased. “Your reward will be waiting.” I hung up the phone. Turn back? She wouldn’t. She would walk straight into the trap… because I’d positioned her facing the fire. And soon, the Blackthorn name would burn.

Ichabod winked at her and then stood up, he walked further away from Tracey who laughed as he talked to himself. “Odin, I need your help.” Silence... “Odin, I mean it, please, you need to help.” Silence... “Well, I can only assume that your silence means a yes.” He said, spotting a sharp pin lying on the floor. Quickly, he picked it up. Then he turned around, “come on, let’s go.” “So what did your beast say?” Tracy asked excitedly. “Oh, he’s sleeping, I will wake him up soon.” He said, putting the pin in his pocket, “a sharp pain will do the trick.”

She scanned round the room till her eyes fell on a white walldrope, that must be where the money is she thought to herself. She tried opening the walldrope but it was locked and she didn't know where the key was , she bit her lips thinking of what to do when an idea popped into her head. She search her hair and removed the pin she used in parking her hair and her brown hair fell on her back. She put the pin into the lock of the walldrope until it made a clink sound which meant it has been opened. She smiled to herself for her smartness but her smile fell when she heard Alan's voice behind her " what are you doing sweetheart" he said in a sweet voice.

Ryan started taking out a black pin and pinning it to my shirt “ We can see what you can see, which will help with instructions and being able to see where you are. It blends in with your clothing choices perfectly. But if for any reason they make you change you need to unclip this and try and make it blind in the best way you can. This is important Char we can’t get busted or you can die right then and there” Creed said as Ryan adjusted it to my shirt. “ I understand” I nodded gulping down some of my coffee

Panderson) Though to others it might look they 2 have an intimate moment, actually, the thing that pressing on his crotch was actually a Desert Eagle Handgun muzzle, Mr.Panderson have personally seen the thing blown off a monster head like a melon, that's why he almost wet himself.

“No, silver doesn’t work on Lycan’s like that. According to my intel, you should have turned nineteen over an hour ago, something should be happening by now.” Suddenly he was on his feet, looking deep in thought as he paced the cramped room. “Perhaps she’s waiting for another Lycan… waiting for permission…” I heard him mumble to himself, yet I was focused on what he had said immediately before, that silver doesn’t work on Lycan’s… maybe escape wasn’t off the table just yet. I was pulled from my thoughts as Adrian returned to his spot on the bed, his dirty blonde hair now disheveled from the amount of times he had run his hands through it.

Little Nine said, looking at me innocently. I rubbed my temple. "And what is this little something, if I may ask?" I asked, even if I already knew the answer. "Poisonous pins," he said, looking at me sheepishly. "Aish," I muttered. "I told you not to use these poisonouspins anymore, didn't I?" I said, looking at him. Little Nine might look like the most innocent and quiet one among the twins, but in fact, he is the most dangerous one. The poisonous pins, when inserted into someone's body, will terribly upset the person's stomach and make it look like they want to fart, but nothing would come out. It would make you wish for death.

I sifted through them quickly, my heart sinking as I realized there was nothing helpful. But then, at the very bottom, I spotted a small tin can. It was dented and covered in rust, but something about it made me pause. I picked it up, shook off the dust, and pried it open. Inside was a single, rusted pin. Its tip was slightly bent and worn but still sharp. This might just work. My heart leapt as I held it up, turning back to Lila with a small smile. “I think I’ve got it.”