Saw Novels & Stories

Robel was fumming by the time he saw the agents' car leave through the security feed. His breath was getting un even and his knuckles were turning white. He picks up the picture frame and stares at the beautiful woman staring back at him with brown hazel eyes. His eyes softn a little before a storm took over and he sends the frame flying across the room. With a loud crash, the frame bounced off of the opposite wall and shattered in to peices. Robel breathed in and out for about a minute before he buzzed one of the maids. "Come clean this mess and bring a new frame."

She still weak from the nerve-racking orgasm. After eternity, Sawyer finally sat up. His mouth was covered by her wetness. Sawyer pulled out her legs and her body rise lightly, she tightly grip the blanket. As his butterscotch eyes stared intently at her, he takes off his boxer showing his proud length. Her lips were defeated and she broke her throat when she saw his proud member. She was swallowed as she looking at it. So long. So big. Oh God. "T-That's ... long." She gulped in nervousness. "I think it won't fit."

FLASHBACK Rio Sanjaya ordered his dark horse to stop for a moment with a watchful gaze. The surrounding trees were violet under the bluish moonlight. After listening to something for a while, Rio stomped his horse back on his way without haste. Many times his eyes darted to the edge of the path he was passing. The movement in the thickets brought Rio to a halt again, his horse grunting and neighing softly. Rio drew the double-edged ax he threw onto his back. The handle of the object was rather long and silvery in color. Each blade bears a sign of a roaring tiger.

Andrew hissed when he saw Liam's name. "We are now in the headline."

I remembered Shelby’s voice, sharp and unwavering. “You’ll need discipline, Doc. If you don’t clean your tools, you won’t stay in control.” His words echoed in my mind as I ran the rag along the serrated edges, ensuring every trace of carnage was scrubbed away. Then there was the small, cruel-looking saw. It had seen recent work—sharp, relentless, unyielding—and I felt a flicker of respect for its ruthless efficiency. I cleaned it with a meticulous patience, knowing that without discipline, it could turn against me.

But then Saw also had to add some other … less practical items. By the time they went downstairs, Sawyer had packed five Xbox games and a board game — which those weren’t too off the wall— but he also packed a flashlight … a harmonica… a picture of him and his mom and dad and Em….. his fish food (even though Christian didn’t have fish)… a book about bats ….. an old baseball….five pairs of socks….. a first aid kit…. And a sound machine. Quinn had tried to talk him out of most of the stuff. But he was very insistent. Quinn decided maybe he needed all that stuff to feel comfortable. He didn’t go to sleepovers that often … but he kn

[Zedd, help me look into this Paige Sawyer. ***

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.