Scp 434 Novels & Stories

… +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.

“Get the kids! Panic room! Now!” Susan ran out. From the kitchen. Saw my face. Saw the folder. “Is it happening,” Susan said. Not a question. “Yes,” I said. Handing her Ivy. “Take Isla. Take Alex. Panic room. Code is March 14th. Like Chapter 50. Go.” Susan took Ivy. Ran inside. Yelling for Alex. _3:09 PM. [SFX: FEET. THEN DOORS. THEN LOCK.]_ Adrian came back. From the safe. Gun. His. Legal. Registered. Chapter 44.

And whispered: > “Let’s see who survives being forgotten.” LOCATION: SAFEHOUSE – TECH ROOM TIME: 7:06 a.m. The screen went black. Then white. Then text poured in across the command line. > TARGET: ALL CODE: 000-VAIRO-PHANTOM PHASE 3 INITIATED DELETING… Solene Vairo Morrow Vairo STATUS: UNSTABLE Solene sat still, eyes locked on the terminal. Lucien stood behind her. Not breathing. Then the first alert hit: > Access denied

“I asked the Alpha to do that. Don’t worry about me. We will get through this together.” With a deep breath, she squeezes my arms, nodding at me. “You have to be strong now.” Tears flow down my face, maybe she also is convinced about the fact that I killed Hailey but she is still willing to stand by me. I gasp as I feel Scott's hand grabbing my head and I clench my eyes closed, bracing for another wave of pain to ripple through me. “I, Scott Walker, Alpha of the Blue Amber Pack, banish you April Foster from the pack’s territory and prohibit you from ever setting foot on my land again, for the rest of your pathetic, and hopefully short, life.”