Scp 000 Novels & Stories

We made our way further towards the trap when we heard a voice, it was a female voice and mind you it was the most beautiful voice I've heard, even in her scared state....she started blabbing about how she doesn't taste sweet or how the gods won't accept her flesh, the most funny one was her sayings no one will buy her organs as they won't work without her, she thought we were carnivores, she must have really been scared, my parents and sister fell into a fit of laughter but I just managed a smile, the soul must have been scared and I was the one

The siren echoed through the underground tunnel. Loud. Relentless. Terrifying. WOOOOOOO… WOOOOOOO… WOOOOOOO… Nobody moved. Nobody spoke either. Because something about that sound felt wrong. Very wrong. Elliot stared at his tablet. Then looked again. Then looked a third time. “No.” Victor immediately turned. “What now?” Elliot looked pale. Really pale. “The facility is activating Protocol Zero.” He said.

I was dressed head to toe in couture, flanked by two bodyguards, and I walked straight toward the conference room without breaking stride. As I passed Jasper, he reached out and caught my hand, his voice barely holding together. "Te... Tessa." I turned and smiled, letting it reach my eyes. "Hello, Mr. Wynn. My name is Diana." My bodyguards pulled him aside before he could say another word. I took the seat at the head of the conference table, and Jasper eventually sank into the chair across from me, looking as though the ground had caved in from under him. He stared at me for the entire meeting without looking away once, as if he could see through me if he tried hard enough. Even after the me

He put his hand back into his pocket. "You..." She began but don't exactly know what to say. "I'm Omar bin Khalid bin Aaban, you probably know me or don't but could you help me in finding my bride? She kinda looks exactly like you." He flashed a smile and watched a tear escape her eye. "Omar..." Her lips trembled and without thinking he wrapped a hand around her waist and pulled her close, claiming her lips in his. He finally had her. 🌟🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹🌟 THE END

“Hello, this is Master Alex of Planet S610, Please report, who you are, why you are this far out and any intel you have on the other ship. “Is this line secure” “Yes”

He came out and quickly walked towards the stair, he ran as fast as he could down the stairs. He went past the third floor, the second floor, and the first floor, he was on the last floor not knowing what waiting for him. He got to the third floor and was shocked at what he saw. "What the hell?", he said on seeing the damage that was done, he quickly walked towards the back door and there he found his foes. He was dumbstruck and stood still, "hand over her to us and go Scott free", they said to him. 003, stood thinking about what to do, 001 had warned them already not to harm anyone except the bad guys. But right now, he was in a disadvantageous situation, "don't you dare", he heard fr

He reached up to his chest and unclipped a small, silver military ID tag dangling from his neck collar. In sharp, black engraved letters, the steel tag read: SUBJECT ZERO-ONE. "Hello, brother," Subject Zero-One said, his voice deep, smooth, and identical to Noah’s own. "I've been waiting twenty years to take my real place." Before Noah could say a single word, Zero-One reached into his tactical holster and pulled out a sleek, dark grey remote control–a device completely different from Vance's broken tablet. He didn't point it at the clones. He pointed it straight at the motorboat in the water where Sarah, Clara, and the rest of Noah's family were standing.

His tattoos curled up his neck and under his ear like smoke. Beside him was Felix, leaner, wiry, with a mop of dark hair and scars on his knuckles that told enough stories on their own. Felix was quieter, but he had a gift for slipping through digital and physical security alike. If Reid was the tracker, Felix was the ghost.

“We’ve seen every inch of you since you were a girl.” Jade’s face went hotter. She wasn’t that girl. They oiled her skin next. The oil was warm and scented. When the sponge moved lower, between her legs, Jade jerked and nearly slipped. “Careful,” Nessa said from the doorway, fighting a smile. “I am being careful,” Jade muttered through gritted teeth, trying to keep her thighs together while they insisted on finishing the job. “You’re the ones acting like I’m a horse that needs grooming.”

But Scarlett always missed her terribly, but she didn't have time to indulge her emotions. As soon as she hit "submit", her phone rang. It was her father. "Scarlett, I need you to come back to New York. There's a situation that requires your expertise." "What kind of situation?" Scarlett asked, feeling a sense of trepidation. "There's been a breach in one of our safehouses. We need you to retrieve a package and ensure it doesn't fall into the wrong hands." "But Dad, can I at least wait until our graduation ceremony?" Scarlett pleaded gently as she wasn't exactly ready (*at least mentally*) to be flung back to her father's criminal world.