Quinn Bailey Scream Novels & Stories

“Do not touch me! Don’t you dare come near me.” My footsteps echoed as I fled the chamber. Behind me, Phantom’s voice broke the silence, fractured with desperation. But I didn’t look back. I’m done. Bailey’s POV From the shadows above, I watched her flee. Her sobs echoed down the corridor, raw and unrestrained, each note a symphony of ruin. Kane’s grin was feral, his eyes gleaming with triumph. “Spectacular,” he whispered. “She saw exactly what we wanted her to see. The timing was flawless.”

My scream filled the room. "Elena, enough," the Adrian on-screen said. "Selena planned this for my birthday. Don't ruin it because you can't stand seeing her happy." The real Adrian folded forward as if the sentence had struck him in the stomach. He covered his mouth and retched, but there was nothing left in him to bring up. "She was looking at me," he whispered. He stared at the frozen image of my face above the box. "The whole time, she was looking at me."

He doesn’t even know me, and yet he is already hostile! Amy sighs. “Bailey, shut up. She might prove useful to us. We need more people if we are going to escape from this cage,” Bailey grunts. “She is the angel queen’s sister. No way she is going to help us! She is here to watch her sister eat us,” I gasp. “Hey!” Amy silences me by placing her hand on my shoulder. “It’s okay, I got this,” She tells me in a hushed voice before turning to face her brother. “Bailey, shut the fuck up! Or I will murder you in your sleep, okay?”

' as my body falls backwards. *** Roxy's POV As I am busy scrolling through the news feed on my phone, I suddenly hear a loud thud and an unfamiliar voice of a woman screaming 'Someone help!'. Mrs. Bailey and I immediately rush out of the kitchen and head to the front door where we spot Kyrah on the floor and a woman I have never seen before, kneeling right next to her. "Oh my! Kyrah. What happened to my daughter?" asks Mrs. Bailey as she kneels next to Kyrah.

2012] Katrina- "And....what's this suppose to mean? People write on money all the time Bailey. Just yesterday I had one with a smiley face drawn onto it" Bailey points to her forearm. "Sunflower. I got it on spring break.....in...in 2012" Katrina- "You probably had to much to drink one night and told one of the waitress's. They always like to get under our skin you know that B" Bailey- "I guess your right. Skylar is the worst but she isn't on shift tonight. Maybe she told Mia and just messing with me" Katrina- "See. Makes perfect sense you had a great stage set. Looks like you cashed in about $250. And it's a slow night you know she hasn't made near that in tips"

the guard said. I grabbed the phone from his hand, almost dropping it in the process, but I caught it just before it hit the concrete. “Quinn,” Troy said on the other end, his voice stern and firm. “If you leave, I swear to God, I’ll take a strap to your ass. You won’t be able to sit for a week.” “Do you think that scares me, Troy Bailey?” I hissed. “Do your worst.” Remarkably he laughed. “Remember yesterday when I said you’re awakening?”

She is married and has one child. Her hobbies include kayaking, crafting and of course, writing novels. House of Quiet Screams is her debut novel, loosely based on true events and written to give voice to the silence many carry. Dedications For every woman who was told to stay silent. For those still living in quiet screams—you are not alone. For Daylen Bradley Harbin, My first true miracle— You made me a mother, and in doing so, gave my life deeper meaning. Your light, your spirit, and your love inspire me to be stronger, braver, and better every single day.

My hand curls around Quill’s wrist as I mumble, “It sounded like a girl’s scream.” “What?” he frowns at me. I look at him, numbly, “Anderson swore he didn’t scream. He was right. He couldn’t have screamed.” “Wh … what are you talking about, Taylor?” Quill looks pale. “What scream?” “In the tunnels,” I whisper, hollowly. “The screaming in the tunnels. It wasn’t Anderson. It was Beth.”

her tone gets serious, “will you be okay?” “What do you mean?” “Helping me plan my wedding someday.” “Of course.” I hate that she’s always so worried about me when she should be excited for her future. I know watching your best friend lose their mother and the love of their life in the same year and go down a long path of grief that almost consumes them has to be traumatic. “I promise. I can’t wait to help you. I can’t wait to sit with your mom when you come out of the dressing room at the bridal shop when you’re trying on dresses. Mostly, I can’t wait to give Ryan my very threatening if you so much as cause her a single tear, I will hunt you down and kill you with my very specific set of sk

"must be like a dream to be hanging out with us celebrities. Make sure to not put dirt in my house." "My name is Bailey. And I stopped being a mystery after celeb news revealed my identity. And just because I'm not filthy rich like you, doesn't mean I'm dirty. " I answered with crossed arms. "Cat fight is about to start." Some guy announced. "I don't fight." I said to him. "If you're trying to make me feel less cause I'm not famous. Try again. Fake Barbie." I smirked. She stormed off. "Girl, you just did what all of us couldn't cause she's the directors daughter. It was so delicious to see her angry. Respect." Liam said. He was also in the movie.