Pinhead Novels & Stories

The smooth hair sat between my fingers until my finger hit off a small metal pin. My bobby pin! Pulling it out of my hair I thanked every crime show and movie I had ever seen as I fiddled it around the lock of the chain. I only had one bobby pin so I couldn't let it snap inside the lock. My shaky fingers were not helping my cause.

He rolled his eyes then set this phone down on the chair. "One two three four five?" He suggested. I glared and crossed my arm. "Try Shawn." He slept using the numbers but the cell rejected it. I guess that's too easy as well. What other diabolical things could this maniac have thought of to use as the passcode considering how he thinks "If I were Shawn, what would I use as the pin? What would I constantly think about? Envision? What's the one thing that evades my mind so much that it'll be the first thing that pops in my head regardless of what I'm Doing."

Moon grabs my arms at the elbows and his eyes drill mine. “It’s too late. You’re already a part of it. You’re injured and have had two concussions in less than a week. You need to heal and stay hidden until I know what’s happening. Penny Dandridge is dead, Madison. The next body will not be yours.”

Blonde hair dripping water down his broad and hairy chest, high cheekbones, and lips sculpted in a sexy bow. Zane?! My brother’s bestie! My school’s ex hockey star! And my fucking first crush! “What the fuck?” I gasp, coated finger slipping out of my body, and shame hugging me in thick goosebumps.

I just searched frozen. She stopped by the dresser and ran her fingers along its edge. “You’re actually beautiful. That’s going to piss off more people than you think. Trust me, there were many bidding on you looking ugly. Some even said that you look like a troll.” I finally found my voice. “And you are…? I'm sorry, but I didn't expect you to come inside my room to just tell me that I looked. Well…” “Madeline,” she said, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “Second daughter of Beta Reinhart. Technically ranked, practically ignored. I'm more of a subtle kind of woman. I choose to at least lighten the mood. I know that you might be having a hard time.”