Scp Crooked Man Novels & Stories

“Here, here. Drink this to warm your tummy. It’s cold, yes indeed it’s cold.” The man looked at the cheap tea that the man brewed for him. It was obviously brought from a small market and was stored for many months as if it was scarce and just found its use today. He wasn’t sure about the taste but brought it to his mouth nonetheless. After the awful liquid entered his mouth, he calmly concluded that he will not drink a sip of it again. “How was it?” The old man eagerly asked, his yellowish teeth showing after smiling from ear to ear. “How was the taste?”

The bald man's head fell from his neck and rolled to his feet, his frightened eyes staring at him. "Ah..." The man screamed in horror and ran back. "Bang!" Only then did the body of the bald man fall to the ground, and scarlet blood gushed out of the broken neck. The wound was smooth, as if it had been cut by a knife. Everybody here was full of fear and fell into silence. "The members of the Scorpion Organization are all here, aren't you?" Chu Xun asked indifferently. The members of the Scorpion Organization finally woke up from the fear caused by the strange death of the bald man and looked at Chu Xun in horror.

I grit my teeth as the man crouches in front of my cell, observing the very sorry sight of me. His face closes in on the cell bars, eyeing me up and down, sneering. A dark colored three-clawed scar is on his cheek, nearing his left eye. His entire aura is a darkened blue—which could mean anything negative. I stare at him angrily, not wanting his disgusting face near me. The man sniggers before standing up and examining Sandy and Valerie's weakened state.

That should be me. I don’t care who she is or where she came from. All I need is an entry. A small opening to sink my claws in. I’ll smile, flatter, maybe even cry some crocodile tears about how hard life’s been. Women like her like feeling superior. I’ll let her feel like she’s rescuing me. And then? I’ll take everything. Cipher D’Amato. Now that is a man worth stealing. Richer than God, crueler than the devil, and exactly the kind of man who needs a soft, dangerous woman by his side. I’ve been watching his moves for years, waiting for an opening.

Her little groan must have alerted the man , as he quickly turned his head to her side with a suprised look all over he's face . " Miss !! Miss!!! " He called out , gently approaching her . At least she'll be in a safe hand , she thought . Before giving in to the darkness beckoning her. In between giving in to the darkness and holding to the tiny strand of sanity that she had left ,she saw something astonishing on the man's neck . A scorpion tattoo. That's weird. Who would get a scorpion tattoo that looks so real on their face ??? She finally succumb to the darkness,not before hearing a soft curse from the man.

Nick grew wary when he sensed the dangerous and dark vibe they gave off. "Where's the woman?" A large man with a gruesome scar on his face stepped out from the group and coldly questioned him. "In the trunk. She..." "Then get her out. We don't have time to waste." "Yes, yes," Scampering to his car, Nick opened the trunk and displayed his prize. He held his breath as they scanned her in stifling silence. The scared man stared at the naked woman, then beckoned to his friends. "Brothers, let's take her out."

Within seconds,the car door opened and a man with a messy hair and some high weighted chains on his neck along with a goofy neck appeared in front and smirked , " Wow , my baby's from a high class family " The men , blushed towards himself and tried to get Inside the house .But , Rocco raised his hands on the air and paused him . " Who are you and what do you want ??? " Rocco's question , made the man frown . his face darkened . Exchanging a look between , Rocco's hand and Rocco,the men grabbed his arms and twisted it " In my life , no one dares to raise voice against me .And how , dare you to extend your arms ??? "

“Who is this man?” “My husband!” Wendy whispered. Hilton didn't acknowledge Priscy’s presence. He had his attention on Wendy. “Really?” Priscy widened her eyes. The lights were dim but she could still see the scars on his face. “Yea.” Wendy said weakly. “But his voice sounds familiar.” Priscy uttered. “Hmmm. I don't think you know him. I have to leave now, I'll see you at work tomorrow.” Wendy spoke, leading the way out of the club while Hilton followed behind.

The man simply flicked his arm and the torso of the scorpion exploded. Crone’s eyes went wide with surprise. The masked man did not stop walking. At this point, Crone ordered all the scorpions to attack. “My target is you.” The masked man said before sprinting at high speed. The scorpions that were in his way were brutally slaughtered. In no time at all, he caught up to Crone. The masked man quickly landed an uppercut that threw Crone up into the air. “I leave the scorpions to you, Freeze!” The man said as he jumped up after Crone.

A 6’3” man with a buzz cut swaggered out, his lips pursing a cigar. His presence seemed to suck the air out of the room. The man had a long, thick scar along his cheek, extending from the corner of his eye to his lips like a centipede. The jagged scar added a menacing edge to his appearance. The scar writhed and contorted along his facial muscles as the man spoke, heightening his already scary presence. “I heard you wanted to tear down Bronze Sparrow, boy. Come on. Just who are you? Who are you with? You’re sure cocky.”