Scared Smurf Mga Nobela at Kwento

, A buff guy grunted out making Scar yell out an offensive 'hey! Smol scoffed when Crusty pushed him back rolling his eyes like a fucking baby. I smirked leaning on the wall behind me and grimaced in pain as my elbow grazed the rough textured wall. Ugh. "Ok, look here now that your bodyguards have left, let's come to the situation at hand", Scar spoke like she was at some business meeting and I pressed the corner of my lips down impressed. "Matt what do we do?", Smol asked Matt aka Crusty with a nervous expression and gulped making 'Matt' scoff in annoyance.

The same goes to Kaye and everyone else in the room who reacted with a blank expression on their faces. The room had become so quiet that they could even hear a pin drop. Jae lit up his cigarette and took a deep puff., The smoke blew up and encircled on Brightmoon like a ghostly chain. "Hmm. We meet again!" Jae said nonchalantly. "Yes! Yes!" Brightmoon responded fearfully. Brightmoon gave a sad forceful smile when he heard him. 'I'm done now, this would only spell a disaster now that I'm in the bad books of this young man!'

His body started trembling, and he was utterly terrified. Linda inched closer to Scar Number One. Seeing how Linda was approaching him, Scar Number One felt as if an evil spirit was about to take his life away. "Don't come near me. Ah! Ah!" Before Linda could step toward him, Scar Number One was already so scared that he was screaming. Lucas smiled faintly thinking how human nature was. Swoosh! Following a horrifying sword aura attack that appeared before the crowd, Scar Number One parted from the world for good.

Suddenly, a tall, dark figure emerged out and screamed, "Boo!" I narrowed my eyes at Jamal who scrunched his nose in disappointment when he realized that I wasn't a bit scared. I flashed a saccharine smile and continued to flip through the pages when he cursed, "Damn, it's that hard to scare a dying girl? I was hidden in the bushes for the past fifteen minutes with the bugs biting my ass, at least, appreciate my efforts." "Ooh, Jamie, I got soo scared! I almost crapped my pants!" "Alright, no need to be so cynical," he muttered dejectedly and frowned when he noticed the book in my lap. "Girl, you're dying---"

“Kill me? You must be so scared of me." I let out an amused laugh, like I was unbothered. Satisfaction filled me as the creature roared.

I say it in refusal. "Ahaha, look at her. Oh, darling, are you scared?" The one with a scar says, swiping a tongue over his lips. "Oh, don't be scared. You shouldn't be scared. We're just going to play a little. I'm sure you'll like it, too." Another one adds. Something feels wrong about this. I am not that dumb. They don't really look like good people. I back up, while at the same time knowing that I really won't be able to escape.

“I think we need to have another talk with him.” It was a very short talk. “You wouldn’t know the girl from any other.” Scy slammed a fresh cartridge in his energy rifle. He was going hunting again. He’d been doing a lot of that. “Neither would her mother appreciate questions.”

I hugged my knees tighter to my chest as the thunder rocked the sky, causing me to flinch in my place. It was hard to control how I felt. The lightning brightened my dark room, sending fear down my bones. A sob escaped my mouth as my whole body shook in pure fright. I didn’t know that I was that scared of storms. I wasn’t just scared. I was petrified. My heart was about to stop at any given second. It was my first time to experience a storm like that since I woke up and found myself in Silver Moon Pack.

Slick squelch squelch "Mmhhh..." But then, the man walked closer, and she saw it. Something standing tall there with his impressive girth. Was it always that big? Was it always... that scary...? "I'm scared..." The man blinked at her, responding to her words, "You're scared now? I told you..." Harriet shook her head. She explained, "I'm scared of that." That was when Liam turned his head below and saw his own little brother. His jaw fell open, but it immediately closed, shocked by his own size.

“He doesn’t care about money. Or even winning. He just likes watching.” The room goes silent. A cold prickle runs down my spine. Around me, the others exchange glances, their postures shifting. No one speaks, but I can feel the unease settling like a thick fog. I try to keep my body loose and relaxed as I walk over to Scarlett, crouching beside her and gently tucking a loose curl behind her ear. Her small fingers clutch one of her stuffed animals, a well-loved unicorn with matted fur. “What do you mean, sweetheart?” I ask softly. “Who likes to watch what?” She shrugs, not looking up. “The man you’re talking about. He likes seeing what people do when they’re scared. He has a room where he mak