Scp 034 Novels & Stories

2 degrees Fahrenheit. I fumbled for my phone, intending to call for an ambulance. As it powered on, a deluge of messages poured in, all from Henry, reaching out from an unknown number, each text more anxious than the last, asking for my whereabouts. [Selena, why'd you block me? Why's your phone off?] [Wren mentioned you're overseas, is that for real? Did you really forget today was supposed to be our second 'I do'?] [Is it because of that mess with Melanie you're upset? It's all lies, babe. Can't we just cool off?]

THIRD PERSON POV Kyla sat cross-legged on her worktable, a focused calm settled over her features as her fingers moved with delicate precision, unscrewing the tiny shell of the GSM bug she had found earlier. One by one, she separated its components, the mic, transmitter, battery, each piece treated with care as though it were a patient on her operating table. The room was quiet, apart from the voice playing softly through her earpiece. Scar’s recorded instructions. She had listened to them over five times now, and still, she hit play again.

It was in an open circle in front of a huge tree trunk that was covered in vines shaped like hands reaching out hungrily toward them. Scar tried not to look around at the faces of the goblins gathered there, instead keeping her head high and staring straight ahead. She refused to give them the satisfaction of seeing her fear or her sadness. The gentle morning breeze carried the scent of flowers, and she breathed it in, trying to keep her heart from running out of her chest.

"Who is the Third Messenger, Julian? Is it Sophia Grant? My own assistant? Is that how you’ve been 'auditing' my private life?" Julian let out a dry, hacking laugh. "Sophia is just a girl with an 'ambitious' heart, Ethan. No. The Third Messenger is someone you actually trust. Someone who knows exactly where the 'Zero-Point Data' is hidden in your soul." The Midnight Vigil

With just one glance, she recognized the three beastmen. Everyone else also noticed them and showed signs of wariness. However, before the three could get close, the coffin suddenly erupted with a loud shout. "Help! Mother, save me quickly! I can't breathe!" Everyone fell silent for a moment, then began screaming in unison, "The corpse is moving!" Knowing the truth, Mother's face turned pale instantly. She lunged forward and threw open the coffin lid. Victoria, wearing funeral clothes and looking disheveled, crawled out in embarrassment.

The face was all scratched up, and anything on her body that could prove her identity was taken away, so we suspect it's an intentional murder. Hearing that the body was salvaged from Salakole, Winston paused for a moment, then he put on his sterile gloves with a poker face. I floated in mid-air, staring at the man in front of me. Three years... It had been three years since I died. After I died, my soul was trapped in Salakole, suffering in the fierce wind and freezing weather all day. Until someone found me, they brought me back. But I didn't expect that Winston was the person who would personally dissect me.

“Yes. H-04 is here.” Hunt 04 is my membership code. “That’s good. H-06, start your mission first.” “All right.” Claire got out of the car while carrying a mini-sized flash drive that she hid in the back pocket of her jeans. She walked towards the quiet parking lot and approached the side of the club. “The system control room on the third floor. Can you reach it?” “Yes, Captain. No problem.” Claire fired a gun toward the third floor. Not a bullet, but a small anchor with a long rope out of it. The anchor was firmly hooked up to the iron balcony on the third floor of the building. The girl pulls the trigger again, and she automatically climbs up.

On our wedding night, my wife, who almost never drank, got wasted because she was supposedly too happy. Just when I didn't know what to do, my best friend sent me a long message explaining how to take care of her. I blushed, but I still followed his instructions and soothed her the way he described. Natalie, who had been making a scene, miraculously quieted down. But just as I was about to call my friend and thank him, Natalie suddenly hugged me from behind. Heartbroken, she whispered, "Ashton Hawke, you're the one I wanted to marry." As she said it, the tattoo near her heart slipped into view: a hawk with its wings spread wide. My mind went blank. Ashton Hawke was my best friend of

The cuts stung immediately, covering my arms with bright red gashes. “Oops,” Rebecca smirked, her dark eyes devoid of remorse. “I was just trying to show you the service entrance and my hand slipped. It’s back there, by the way,” she pointed to the service dock, where medical supplies are delivered. “This path is for students, not janitors.”

… +639********* to Tatiana: I know you're thinking on blocking my number aren't you? …. +639********* to Tatiana: Don't waste your time doing that. I have so many ways to get your new number again. *smirking emoticon* … +639********* to Tatiana: Anyway, you'll safe with the guy's unit. … Whoa! Whoa! What the hell!? Who the hell is this person? He's really creepy and weird. He's making me nervous. He's watching! That's all I can say. And wait, he knows what happened to me, so that means he is the one that Jill and Moli saw. And he knows that I stays in Jill's unit with him. That means only one thing, that he is watching me—no, not just me but us, me, Jill and Moliana.