Scooby Doo Traps Novels & Stories

When I came home after the New Year, my college classmates organized a reunion. A lot of them were already married. Some even brought their kids along. When they found out that Tristan Moreno and I still hadn't tied the knot, our class president, Mason Hopkins, looked less than pleased. He pressed us for a wedding date. "We're undecided." "1st of October." Tristan and I spoke simultaneously. He turned to me sharply, his frown creasing his brows. His expression darkened as he stared at me, and confusion and irritation flickered in his gaze.

The scalding heat tore through me, every nerve in my body screaming in silent agony. I tried to cry out, but all that came out were choked, broken gasps. Curled up on the floor, drenched in blood, I barely clung to what was left of my sanity. Luna glanced impatiently at the door, the sound of dogs barking still echoing outside. "Throw her in with the dog!" she ordered. They lifted me off the ground, dragging me toward the door. A thick trail of blood snaked across the once-pristine floor. Quinn frowned slightly, stepping in front of me. "That's enough."

"Hello? Hello, can you hear me? How do you use this thing? Oh, it's on." Caleb's father froze with the chair in midair. Everyone's attention shifted to the screen. "I'm Ray from South Gate Salvage. Yesterday afternoon at three, a young man named Noah Hamilton brought me an Alienware laptop to sell." In the video, a middle-aged man stood among piles of old electronics. Caleb whipped around and stared at the screen. Ray scratched his head and continued, "The motherboard was completely burned. It wasn't worth fixing. I paid him seventy dollars for scrap.