Rp Ideas Novels & Stories

Then—the mirror screeched. A sharp, metallic scratching sound that set his teeth on edge. He spun around, eyes wide. Something was carving into the fogged glass, long, jagged letters forming as though written by an invisible claw. R – I – P Travis backed away, heart slamming in his chest. “Who’s there?! I’ll fucking kill you!” No reply—just the screeching, and the thick steam growing heavier by the second, coiling around his legs like vines. He ran back to the door, shoulder-slamming it again and again. The hinges rattled, but the wood refused to yield.

Rafael was honest, but she had no way of knowing that. “He does, doesn’t he?” Sam smiled at Storm and I was sure that she had taken whatever Rafael had taken. They were both drunk or high. “Is imprinting a real thing?” Storm asked as she looked at Sam and Rafael. “Oh yeah,” Slade said with a grin and placed his arm around Harper’s shoulder.

Unlike me who's interested in my future, they ain't interested in theirs. "Yeah" I replied as I stood up with my backpack. "Hi" Princess rushed to us and I saw Jack's eyes feed on her. Goodness, why's he like this? "I…I want to talk to you" she stammered and I could feel students stare at us. "Go on" I replied with a sigh and she glanced around, blushing lightly. "I was wondering if I could have your digits" she blushed and I stared at her for a while. "Your personal digits" she added.