Scp 019 Novels & Stories

when she finally recovered from the shock she turned towards dexter only to see him removing his blue contacts and it felt like she felt in love with him all over again looking into those grey pools of death that she had fallen for years ago. "You are right I have a lot of explaining to do but let's start with introducing you to my brother that is my older step- brother Marco McCoy"

[Author's note: All the dialogues enclosed within asterisk are commmunicated through telepathy. So, even if the words said, roared, etc are used it is to be assumed that they are communicated through telepathy!] R-18 was busy working on the new project, assigned to him by his master when his mate S-15 mind-linked. *Your hostage is causing a ruckus. She has come out of the cell. Unfortunately, F-20 has seen this. You know how much he hates humans. I am sure he will kill her if he reaches before you*

Back to the time I foolishly believed he was loyal to me? I was practically dragged to the operating room by Gavin. I held the cold scalpel in my hand. My hand was steady—a professional instinct, even though my body was so weak I could barely stand. Sofia lay on the table, unconscious from the anesthesia. As the nurse cut away her gown, revealing her chest, my scalpel stopped dead. Just below her collarbone, near her heart, was a black tattoo. It was a blooming black rose entwined with a dagger—the sigil of the Whitestone matriarch.

This place is pretty much an SCP Ikea, there's no end tomorrow unless I want there to be and if someone goes too far they can get stuck in another dimension. Jourton: (Jourton having seen a portal open in the closet he walks into it only to find himself standing on a cliff that appears to be overlooking some sort of military camp. Their emblem a Trident with the symbol of Ophiuchus spiraling down the shaft) Rokalees! I have to run! (Starting to turn around Jourton come face to face with the barrel of a laser pistol) Boomstick! Always a boomstick! [End Scene]

Bottles of wine arranged on the glass table. Damian sat in the middle of two naked ladies ,they are all over him kissing and running hands over his body,he squeezed their asses spanking them as he kissed one deeply,while the other kneeled in the floor facing his crotch region. The door opened as camera flashed,they turned stunned as the camera flashed again. “Clear shot” Scar said as she sprawled on the couch opposite them,one leg crossed over the other. The trio looked shocked see as they stared at her,she's in a baggy pants and hoodie,with boots,a face cap covering the top part of her face.

She reached to touch it and suddenly, a flash tore through her mind. - A lab. - A woman lying on a table, wires attached to her chest. - The same scar. - The voice of a man saying, “Stabilization successful. Subject A now mirrors genetic sequence 001: Amelia Raymond.” Natasha stumbled back, gasping. “No… no, no." The door burst open. Lucas stood there, drenched from the rain, his expression sharp and alarmed. “Natasha!” She pointed at the mark, trembling. “What did you do to me?”

In the place where she had stood, there was only a single silver-grey scalpel, its blade stained with the original amber. ​The Ninth Peak is the new Suture Zero, a mobile nursery for a galaxy that is finally, truly alive. But Sarah-Prime has vanished into the deep void, and as Elara picks up the first scalpel, she realizes that the "Prime" version of her mentor has left behind one final, hidden code—a sequence that isn't for a planet, but for a person who hasn't been born yet.

She knitted her brows before easing it up, when she heard a painful low growl, not far away from where she was. 'Male Lead detected from the system scan, 1 meter and 10 centimetres away from Host 019. First Mission triggered: Save the Male Lead from dying Hidden Task: Care for the Male Lead in a 1 month to stabilize his condition. Host 019 would you like to accept the hidden task?' a mechanical voice said the first mission that Xiara needed to have after entering this world.

Fingers. Closed her eyes. “Papa,” she whispered. “It’s Rosie. He’s gone. Please.” Green light. _ACCESS GRANTED. ARTHUR BLACKWOOD, PRIMARY. ROSIE BLACKWOOD, MEDICAL PROXY. VOICEPRINT MATCH._ The box clicked. Scar fired. The bullet hit the box door as it opened. Empty. No papers. No USB. Nothing. Scar laughed. “Told you.” I grabbed the empty box anyway. Lifted it. And threw it at his face.