Scp Crooked Man Novels & Stories

“As long as you give me the name of the person supporting Manuel from behind the curtains, I’ll make sure that you won’t have to suffer.” The man gnashed his teeth and refused to speak. Cameron opened the lid of the box, and inside it was a densely packed swarm of venomous scorpions. The man gulped his saliva out of fear when he saw the scene, and beads of cold sweat rolled down from the sides of his forehead. Rumor had it that the young master of the Southerns had a perverted mind and had many ways to torture others. In particular, he loved to watch as scorpions crawled all over his captives’ bodies and got into their clothes. It was totally mental torture.

said the man with curly hair, licking his lips. "Lord of Ghost King, what's our mission?" another man asked, downing his drink in one go. "Stir up a storm, the wilder the better. We want to drag every last soldier and cop in Mendorra down here!" Scarface commanded, exhaling a cloud of cigar smoke. "Ambrose, it's almost too easy. We'll just wipe out everyone in this joint!" Curly grinned, skewering a piece of fruit with his knife and taking a chomp.

They are lucky I wasn't wearing my heels today. I tried to control my grin when I saw small peepee guy's crooked nose. Scar looked at me confused and I mouthed to her who the second dick was. "Well well well, look what the cat dragged in", Crusty clapped his hands once, and what looked like a smirk appeared on his face making me roll my eyes. " More like you fucking chased us, but ok", Scar shrugged her shoulders making me grin widely. Crusty and small both clenched their jaws, the smirks vanishing off their faces.

, he then gestured me to follow him and said "come along.” He stepped outside with me beside him. The air was cooler now. The sun was going down. As we walked, Cobra pointed at a man sitting near a log with a guitar resting on his lap. “That’s Scorpion,” he said quietly. “The burn scar on his face was from a car accident years back. He used to play in shows although he was not famous, but he tried.” Scorpion noticed us looking and gave a shy wave. His scar ran across his cheek like melted wax. He smiled anyway.

There were plenty of men floating around in the MC orbit that he’d never heard speak, even if he knew them through word of mouth, maybe even glimpsing them himself from a distance. Or across a scene of battle. Is this a friend or a foe? Or is he in the middle of switching from one side to the other? “Yeah,” Scars said. “You’re looking for a few people,” the man said. “Two of them are pretty small.” Scars held his breath, then exhaled slowly. “Yeah.” “I know where they are. Them and Wolf Connor.” Scars had a hundred questions that he wanted to ask, everything from Who the fuck are you?, to How the fuck do you know any of this?, to What the fuck do you want in exchange for your help?

well , strange indeed. The Scar man , on the other hand , looked as if he shitted his pants , It was most definitely a wonderful sight to see . He must have heard about Jace being immortal but hadn't seen his indestructibility in action . Well to be fair , it was my first time seeing it in action too . It was .. kind of mesmerizing , in an uncomfortable way . Jace gets close enough to grab the rifle and throws it away . Scar man reaches his pocket to take out his hand gun but Jace already has his hand around his neck , choking him .

Crooked Nose was already backing away, nearly tripping over roots in his haste. The man I’d clawed clutched his bleeding arm, stumbling after him. “She’s fucking purple! Did you see!” “Shut up and run!” Scarface held his ground a moment longer, gun still trained on me, but I could smell his fear. It was thick and acrid, overpowering his false bravado. When I took a single step forward, he finally broke. “This isn’t worth it,” he muttered, lowering the gun. “Not worth dying for.”

The doors slid open with a racket as hundreds of gangsters with machetes poured out. They surrounded us and glared at the scarred man and his crew. "What's this? Did Mr. Amos hire another gang to do his bidding too?" the scarred man muttered. A man in his 30s stepped out of one of the vans and bellowed, "I'm Jackie Cruz of the Dragoons! Which one of you motherfuckers tried to lay hands on Mr. Grimwald?!" He kicked the scarred man, sending him sprawling to the ground.

She covered her mouth, but blood quickly seeped through her fingers. "Told you," I placed my hand on my hip. "Get the fuck out of here!" Camari cried as she ran for the door. "Excuse me?" The man said, grabbing my attention. "What?" He stood there looking at me. I never in my life have seen this man before, but his features seemed so familiar. He was tall, covered in tattoos, and had the same stunning eyes as Alek. "Not all of us like easy girls. Some of us are looking for love," The guy stated.

"Unseemly, every last one of you." Nonetheless, Jackie strode up just then, still clutching his face as he snapped, "You fool! You'll pay for causing trouble here in Norsedam. This man here is Scorpion, a member of the Airbreakers, the biggest gang here in this city! Get down on your knees and lick my shoes, or I'm killing you!" "You heard him—on your knees, lick his shoes!" Scorpion came to his senses and glowered at Frank threateningly, stomping one foot on the chair beside Frank while brandishing his metal bat.