Scary Hooked Stories Novels & Stories

“Whoever you are, step the fuck out as slowly as you can! And you better keep your hands where I can fucking see them!" There was a long pause and my fingers slowly began to pull the trigger. "You better answer,” I shouted. "I feel very trigger-happy today.” "No!” A voice suddenly screamed from inside–deep, male. "Don't shoot! I'm not armed!” A voice screamed from inside. A pair of hands shot out into the air, waving wildly. My hologrammed scope zoomed in closer. The fingers were clothed in a pale flesh and the skin seemed to be covered in cuts.

Jaxon chuckled loudly, a mischievous glint flashing in his eyes. He loved how she could get possessive about little insignificant things. “Enjoy your little sex toys, Lexi.” He sent a mind link to her. Lexi just grinned drily. “Thank you for your care,” she rolled her eyes, then returned to Light’s lap. Mike noticed dark shadows moving slowly along the wall and the creepy art piece hanging on it. The painting showed tall, monstrous figures with bull-like horns, and wings made of swirling black smoke. Their disfigured faces twisted with pleasure. They were dressed in flowing red and their dark eyes were similar to the Blackwoods brothers.