Sans X Papyrus Underfell Novels & Stories

He tightened his grip even harder. “Crack.” It was the sound of a crushed throat. Sophia’s body jerked violently. Her eyes bulged, gray rat fur still clinging to the corner of her mouth, then her hand fell limp. Lorenzo clutched his ruined eye, gasping for air. The remaining eye held no remorse, only the wild relief and madness of survival. He shoved the corpse aside, dropped to his knees in the filthy water, and roared at the camera. “I won! Water! Give me water!”

Her face was as red as a tomato, not because she was staring at Xavier’s face, but because Xavier was supporting her off-balance body using his own strong body. Xavier, who was distracted, was brought back to reality after hearing Vanessa’s voice. He didn't exactly hear what she said to him, causing him to lean closer to her as he asked her, “What did you say, Nessa?”. Vanessa’s heart began beating rapidly due to Xavier’s action. It felt like her heart wanted to explode, so she pushed Xavier away from her and ended up falling down. Vanessa’s action was unexpected for Xavier, because he ended up falling down on Vanessa and unintentionally kissing her.

I sighed as I took my seat inside the cab. "Nobody will." Lena leaned into the cab seat. "Xavier might not know it yet but he has grown attached to Savannah. It will take a toll on him if they both leave him while he's still suffering from your parent's tragic death. It might make him go back to his old ways." Memories of Xavier going MIA for days, drinking himself to a stupor, and sleeping with different types of girls flashed through my mind and I shook my head at the thought of him walking through that path again.

He couldn't possibly have kept track of anything. "Eleven," Leo said, leaning close to Archer's ear. "We almost finished up a 12-pack box. Wanna guess where the 12th one is, hmm?" The cold aluminium foil was then pressed against Archer's lower stomach as Leo slowly inched it up his body.

“A woman? The Hales don’t use women in extraction teams.” Lucian frowned. “Zoom in.” The camera grainily focused on the figure. Black jacket. Hood up. Head down. Elara whispered, “Do you recognize her?” Lucian didn’t react for a long moment. Then he stepped closer, staring hard. “No. But she’s not with the Hales.” Selene shook her head. “Then who is she?” Lucian murmured, almost to himself: “I know that stance. I’ve seen it before…” The woman lifted her head.

Her palm pressed to my chest. Then she went still. "Wait," she whispered. Her fingers pressed again, harder this time. "There’s—there’s something hard under here." "Yeah," Tyler replied. "Now breathe." She let out a broken laugh that turned into a sob. "Oh my God, he’s breathing. Tyler—you didn’t—"

Leo is not a push over. "No"

Mocking. Daniel’s voice cut through the silence, sharp and cold. “Show yourself.” Nothing. Edward’s finger tightened on the trigger. His eyes were fire in the dark. “Coward.” Then—footsteps. Slow retreating steps, fading down the hallway. They listened, every muscle tight, until the sound disappeared completely. No one moved for a long time. Finally, Daniel cursed under his breath, raking a hand through his hair. “They’re toying with us.” Edward lowered the gun, his jaw tight. “Not for long.”

Vanessa yelled Drawing everyone’s attention. “ You are making a scene!” “ A scene?” Vanessa yelled, grabbed Jayden’s plate of Mac and cheeses and poured it on him. Jayden was speechless, he looked down at his messy white sleeve, then at Vanessa who stood there without any remorse on her face. “ A scene? This is what you should call a Scene, You Bastard!” She smashed the plate on the wall and everyone gasps. “ What's happening?” “ I knew this would happen,” Vicky tap Tosi.

this time. Lifting the lid of the nearest one, she found stacks of neatly sealed bags. No logos. No smell. Pure white powder. Coke. Still Drew's brand, just packaged prettier now. The second crate held cash. Bundles wrapped in rubber bands. Easily over $100,000, maybe more. She didn’t take anything. Not yet. But she pulled out her old prison phone—a burner she’d traded for cigarettes inside—and snapped pictures. Boxes, bags, bills and evidence.