Scp 999 Novels & Stories

The man hung his head low, his fingers buried deep in his hair, carefully considering where I might have gone. As his eyes wandered, they suddenly fell upon the trash can nearby. Those pink fragments looked so familiar that the moment he saw them, he felt like he couldn't breathe. He slowly crouched down, not caring that the cream stains would dirty his sleeves. He picked up the pieces from the trash can bit by bit. Then, he carefully assembled them back together. There were exactly 99 reconciliation vouchers. He remembered five years ago, when he had looked at those vouchers and sincerely promised me, "Cecilia, don't worry. I'll never give you a reason to use them."

“Here. Write something. Anything. Please.” He stared at me for what felt like forever. Then, slowly, he reached for the stone. With shaking hands, he dragged it across the wall. The number 999. That was all. I stared at the crude digits, my pulse quickening. “What does that mean?” Before I could puzzle it out, Lyra moved past me. She gestured for one of the children to come closer. A girl, no older than eight, stepped forward timidly. Then Lyra did something that froze me in place.

He told me that a scorpion tail soaked in alcohol would heal his legs and asked me to catch one for him. I did not want to, but I agreed after seeing his face twisted up in pain, even though I was scared. Before I left, he made me promise him something. "Nevaeh, you have to catch it yourself." I looked into his eyes, full of love for him, and said, "Seth, I'd do anything to help your legs get better." However, I was too scared to catch a scorpion myself. In the end, I went to a breeding facility.

“Since, I’ll be out of touch for a day, I need to explain to you what to do with the tracking software. I sent you a link with all the instructions. The password is F9NM61.” Scarlett watches as Ryder takes out his laptop. For a moment, he fumbles with it which makes her frown. Ryder is trying to find the power button on it but his vision starts to fog once again. He clears his throat and finally locates the power button and turns on the laptop. “F9NM61,” Ryder types. Scarlett freezes on her spot. An automated voice echoes out of the device. “The password you entered is incorrect,” the voice says. “Please enter again.”

Nasa party room yata ang lahat. "Uhh, Mr. Stevenson, may I talk to you for a while?" Rinig kong sabi ni Kieffer sa kabilang linya. Pinatay ko muna ang connection ko kay para makapag-pokos siya sa pagdi-distract kay Mr. Stevenson. Kami muna ni agent 00099. "I got you agent 00013. Opps! Someone is approaching you." Sabi ni agent 00099. May makakasalubong akong babae na nakapulang dress. Nagtataka siyang tumingin sa'kin. Lumagpas ako sa elevator at sinalubong siya.

"Quiet." "Mariam!" Saadiya yelled in a low whisper. "Come back here!" "Hold on, just to check..." Mariam reached for the door but her hand was pulled back by Saadiya who was shaking her head negatively, telling her not to. "Saadiya..." "No!" Parvina yelled and yanked her back forcefully. "Don't be stupid, you just.... we all just heard a gunshot. And... and then more, and what do you want to do? Go out?!"

CHAPTER 98 The night had already swallowed the city whole by the time Sophias convoy rolled into the Apapa docks, a place where shadows felt alive and the salty air carried the ghosts of forgotten cargo ships. The smell of diesel and rot wrapped around her like a warning. Moonlight dripped over rusted rooftops, turning the run-down warehouses into silver silhouettes that loomed like silent threats. Ralias voice crackled through the comms, tense but controlled. Movement in Building Nine. Three heat signatures. Two patrols… one seated.

"Look at you, all eager to please. You didn't even offer anything in return. Why would she help you out?" He then handed me a card. "I'm Daniel Jenkins. Here's a little something for our first meeting. ZenWave's beauty clinics are all part of my family business. With this card, you can enjoy unlimited visits." ZenWave was a well-known, high-end beauty clinic chain. A single visit there could cost tens of thousands of dollars. This gift was too generous. I didn't take the card, but Leon snatched it from Daniel's hand and stuffed it into mine.

After remembering for the eighth time that I am the real heiress to the wealthy Fletcher family, my brothers are about to hypnotize me again for the ninth time. My three older brothers, Dustin, Dominic, and Derek Fletcher, make me draw lots to decide the role that I'm going to have to assume after I'm hypnotized. The three lots are labeled "fake heiress", "the maid's daughter", and "the impoverished student the family is sponsoring". "Draw one." I don't move a muscle. Dustin's face turns grim first. "If you still want to continue living in the Fletcher household, Autumn, then stop trying to steal Daphne's identity away from her!" Dominic frowns and says impatiently, "Can't you be more

My husband thought I would never leave him. He was wrong. Ethan Cole proposed to me ninety-nine times before I finally said yes on his hundredth try. So on our wedding night, I gave him ninety-nine make-up cards. Every time he broke a promise, chose someone else over me, or hurt me badly enough to need forgiveness, he could use one. As long as there was still a card left, I promised myself I would give our marriage one more chance. For three years, Ethan never needed them. Then Madeline Avery came back. His childhood best friend. The woman who always needed help. The woman who always needed protecting. And somehow, every time she needed something, I was the one expected to lose it