Scooby Doo Freak Novels & Stories

But I could see that Wynona wouldn't be dissuaded any time soon. "What about joining the Scooby-Doo Gang?" I said. Ruthie laughed. Zander didn't. "Come on," I practically begged. "We're on the same team. And they already know about all this freaky supernatural stuff-- Oh my gosh!" I pressed a hand against my head. "Dang it! I forgot about Dr. Frankler." Zander's eyebrows drew together in confusion. "I was wondering about that. Didn't you get my texts?" I took out my phone and scrolled through the messages. There were several from both Zander and the doctor.

I scream as I brush it of and only then do I realize its a COACKROACH! I scream in panic throwing my arms and legs in all directions as I bolt for the door screaming Dayos name.

Sasha blurted out. Aki shrugged. “Brown Slayers have full body tattoos, right? Well, it turns out Budo’s tattoos are non-tribal and resemble those of gangsters.” “What’s his spirit animal?” Sasha asked. “A hissing cockroach,” Aki replied. All three Slayers looked at each other and then burst out laughing.

Kill- "At ease, pup. The female is safe." Joel swung his head around to see an odd sight. He shook his head, certain he saw wrong, but no, the old fellow dressed in cutoff jeans, a feathered headdress, sporting an iPod on a leather thong strung with claws and bones, face painted in patterned swirls, still sat smoking a pipe in front of him. No rabbit. No caterpillar. Joel had not turned into some freakn' Alice ? Cooper, of course ? in a messed up version of Wonderland.

I don't know if it's the alcohol but the man siting next to me is hot and handsome and he's radiates this power of him, I immediately know that he's a wolf and from the look in his eyes I can see that he can sense that I'm one too. “Who was your favourite character?” I ask him. “What?” He asks looking confused and for the first time today since I left Oscar, I let out a genuine chuckle. “You said you loved Scooby Doo growing up, so who was your favourite character?” I asked him. “Oh, definitely Shaggy and Scooby. What about you?” He asked me. “Never watched it.” I tell him and he looks shocked. “A childhood without Scooby Doo? How did you survive?” He asks me.

I can imagine him saying it in that deep, syrupy voice of his while he stares me down with those piercing eyes. “All done,” Daisy says. “Why don’t we put on a show while it dries? Does that sound like a good idea?” I ask her as I start to pick up the paints and put them away. She nods as I usher her to the bathroom to wash the paint off her hands. “Can we watch Scooby-Doo?” she asks, stretching her arms overhead. “Of course we can. You know, that was my favorite cartoon when I was younger too, and my mom’s. That’s where she got my name.”

“Gee whizz! Come on Scooby Doo. Try harder.” I felt punching on my right shoulder. I glanced over and noticed a strange looking foot. Gray and scaly with only four spiky looking toes. “Ahh! What is this thing?” I screamed in frustration. I bent over, grasping the mysterious creature with both hands. I placed one foot on whatever body part that I could manage and with both my hands and foot I was able to wrench the thing off me.

I asked her while grinning at the thought of my dream girl. “Yeah, the freak?” She answered as if she knew the girl. “Exactly,” I confirmed with a big, proud smile. “So, what's with the freak?” She cluelessly asked and then halted as she realized something. “Oh My Gosh, Prycie! You don't mean she's the one?” She asked in disbelief, and I’m just beaming. “Kyaaaaaah! I told you! I told you! I told you! I'm freaking right the whole f*cking time! Kyaaaah!” She's screaming and shaking her phone, or she is jumping on her chair. What a wild reaction!

“Gee whizz! Come on Scooby Doo. Try harder.” I felt punching on my right shoulder. I glanced over and noticed a strange looking foot. Gray and scaly with only four spiky looking toes. “Ahh! What is this thing?” I screamed in frustration. I bent over, grasping the mysterious creature with both hands. I placed one foot on whatever body part that I could manage and with both my hands and foot I was able to wrench the thing off me.

When I was eighteen, my brothers, the bosses of our mafia family, brought home an adopted sister. And so, naive as I was, I became the biggest nuisance in the family. When Vivian's dress was torn, they blamed me. When Vivian was frightened by the gang violence, they still blamed me. Later, our turf was attacked, and Vivian was kidnapped by our rivals. My brothers, who used to adore me, looked at me with desperate, tearful eyes and broke down. "Piper, we are begging you. Please take Vivian's place, okay?" I quietly looked up at them and softly said, "Okay." So, on that stormy night, I walked alone into the enemy camp and took the place of their beloved princess. As for me, I was thro