Possessing The Obsessive Maniac's Cotton Doll Chapter 1 Mga Nobela at Kwento

i lied She scoffed aloud, shooting me an 'are you kidding look' "you're so smart and you have to worry about it? It should be me talking about that and not you " I chuckled to that as I opened my locker to keep my books inside , I was just about to slam it shut when my gaze fell on something. Everything in me froze, the blood drained out of my face... Oh god! "Gracie what........ " she also trailed off as her gaze followed mine, a loud gasp escaped her mouth. I couldn't take my gaze away from the horrific sight , I was paralysed by it. It was a doll.... splattered over with red stains, a rope hanging from its neck

“Who is Laura? Did you ask me? The man grabbed my hair, pulling my head back. I felt the hair being pulled from my scalp. “AAAAAHH! Let go of me, AAAAAA.” “This is better, I want to hear your screams of pain. More of this will come in a moment more, and they will be music to my ears.” The man dragged me out of the kitchen. We crossed the living room, reaching the hallway. No, no, no, god, don't let him go into Rosa's room. Fortunately, we had already passed it, then the man asked me, “Which door is yours?” With my arm shaking, I pointed to the last door. Without hesitation, the man opened the door and pushed me inside. I fell to the floor, hitting my shoulder. Ugh! I turned to see the man,

There was a click and the whole bookcase moved to one side revealing a passageway. “Are you coming, Chris?” Tony asked. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world!” Chris said getting up with an evil smile. All three of them started to walk down the passageway. Tony, Hank and Chris were all in one of the chambers underground with a couple of members of staff and a dog. One member of staff was a 6 foot 7 bald man called Duke. The other was a small woman, who looked like she could kill you in a variety of ways and enjoy every second of it. The dog, called Jerry, was a cross between a Doberman and a German shepherd. Jezebel called him Jerry and was completely devoted to her and Duke.

ARE YOU SURE? [ Chapter 1: End ]

Fear instantly crept into my chest. I hurried to the door and tried to open it. Locked. I froze. "No..." I pounded on the door. "Open the door!" No one answered. My breathing gradually became uneven. No. No, no, no. This wasn't good. I stumbled backward. Then I heard a calm voice behind me. "You're finally awake." My entire body froze. Very slowly... I turned around. He was there. A tall man stood beside the window. His dark blond hair was neatly styled.

The place where Chapter 1 began. Cane was there. He was tied to a folding chair in the center of the room. A thick strip of silver duct tape covered his mouth, but his eyes were wide, bulging with a terror that made him look small. Pathetic. A single, white lily was tucked into his breast pocket. "Look at him, Raffy," Ignatius’s voice came through the speaker, followed by a wet, bubbling laugh. "The Great Founder. The Lion of the Thorne Empire. He looks like a sack of wet laundry."

CHAPTER 9 ALEX I've always hated men like him. Didn't think it'd feel this visceral until now. I can still feel his warmth on my skin. Disgusting. “What was I thinking?!” My muscles twitch in catharsis. My eyes drift across the open space. I still don't know how I got here, but this definitely isn't the packhouse. It’s too still. Too quiet. It hums under my skin, like a warning to something I can't quite name.

We were crammed into a shitty apartment that stank of mold and sewage. Outside the window, we could hear the shouts of our enemies hunting for him. Inside, we had a single, paint-chipped pistol. He sat on the floor, covered in blood, in the dark and cramped room. He never knew that the innocent girl in the white dress before him had all but disowned her family and abandoned her name for him. "Rosalie, are you sure about this?" His eyes then were like those of a cornered, lone wolf, his voice trembling.

I scanned through them until I found scissors. “Why sit around waiting to be killed when I can do it myself?” I muttered to myself as I raised the scissors. Once I die, I'll make sure to haunt Tommy for the rest of his life. Finally, with force, I plunged the sharp edge of it into me, or so I thought. I opened my eyes only to see strong hands preventing me from moving further. His grey eyes had a hint of anger in them. A gasp escaped my lips when I realised what was happening. How did he get here? How did he know what I was doing? None of this makes sense.

At least Rourke and I, considering he demands at least three times that in a single session. “What I don’t have is a frizzing job because you decided to send me a dildo with a flash mob demonstrating in song and dance how to properly prepare and use the demonoid King Kong cock on my first day!” Well, this just got interesting. Not even the puppy is tempted to turn it off, with that being said. Odd as that is, what she says next...... Chapter 1.10 A Disaster Waiting To Happen, By Vince