Scp Crooked Man Novels & Stories

(Amon's description) I opened my mouth to scream for help when the man grabbed me by the throat. "Shh. If you scream, I'll snap your neck so quickly that you'll be dead by the time someone arrives to save you." I had never been so terrified in my life. There was an evil in this man that made my skin crawl. Not even watching Darick and his gang eat a dead man compared to the horror permeating the atmosphere. "W-Who are you?" I stuttered as my hands trembled with fear.

Scar thought she no longer cared, but when she said those words out loud, she felt the sweet pleasure of revenge. The smile fades from the man’s face. And he takes a huge gulp from his cup, his eyes low. “In about ten minutes, three guys would sneak into this room and rape you, discredit you in front of the Green Lady and anyone else who would care,” The man talks about the abominable plan as if talking about weather. “And you are here to save me, I suppose?” Scar snorts coldly, “How would I know they aren’t your men?” The man curves his lips: “You don’t.”

~RAINBOW The moment I unleashed the growl, I sprang on him. The man screamed while I revealed my claws. The weight was too much for him to handle. So he lost his balance and we both landed on the ground with a loud thud. I recovered first and came atop the man. My claws were still out and I was about to dig them into him when he shot his hands out to stop me. I snarled in his face and he screamed while staring back at me with wide eyes. My body began to tremble as I felt the burn of the poison taking over again.

Vanessa Diamond wasn't what anyone wanted, her brash personality and tomboyish ways turned everyone against her, even her family. Knowing she wasn't wanted Vanessa left home, and moved to the bustling city of New York. She had hoped it would be a place where her dreams would finally come true, but its not always that easy. Forced to work in a gentlemen's club she begins to fit in somewhere...perhaps this is where she was meant to be. But after one 'lucky' night with the Mafia's boss Christiano her life is turned upside down again... But she's ready for the challenge.

" I saw a distinct scar on the side of the man's face, and his chin was rounded and bearded. I am pretty sure he is perfectly normal! By this time the moon was high in the night sky, and the roaring fire made the crackling of wood. I saw a hissing sound under the hood of the sombre messenger's hat, and the man who had spoken hurried to his side, and bent over something to listen. "The sacrificial ceremony begins now, and the master cannot be left to wait for a long time!" The scar-faced man said, "These 3 people will all be sacrifices!" Kill this in the cage first!" "Nope!" Ruby screamed, "You can't kill my sister!" "Don't worry, girl! Soon you will go with your sister to serve the Great Bla

Didn't anyone teach him that it was rude to stare? He locks eyes with me and gives me a smug look. His heavily tattooed arms are crossed around his biceps, his eyes a darker shade than Aaron's, his hair is jet black and shaved at the side where he has more tattoos. His bottom lip is pierced, it's like he was going for an extremely polar opposite look from Aaron. Because while Aaron is dressed in a pale blue shirt and light jeans, this guy is wearing all black. But there's no denying the resemblance, this is Archer Ashgroove. "Maybe you can show me to the restoom." Archer suggests to Tony, more as a command.

I had to admit that a man who was focused on his work was truly captivating. "This project is currently…" Leon said while loosening his tie and slightly opening the collar of his shirt. I wasn't sure if it was the lingering effects of alcohol, but I suddenly had the urge to tear his shirt open. As if he sensed my gaze, he turned toward me. Our eyes met, and he smiled, waving me over. I walked over and sat beside him. While still talking to his subordinates, he took my hand, placed it in his palm, and gently rubbed it, almost as though he was playing with a toy.

“We have no choice. If Aro has truly returned, this is the only place he could be consolidating his strength. He’s clever. He won’t strike in the open, not yet. But here… here he can manipulate the forces that dwell beyond our understanding.” Amelia’s stomach twisted. “And if we fail?” Ryan’s jaw tightened, the only answer a tense silence before he finally spoke. “Then we lose more than a battle. We lose everything we hold dear.” From the top of the broken stairs, a figure emerged, draped in robes black as midnight and embroidered with gold that shimmered faintly, as if alive. Aro stepped into the torchlight, his crimson eyes glinting with amusement as they locked on Amelia. The shadows arou

It will explain why my brother is in the clinic with a face swollen twice its size and ribs that might be cracked. He reaches the end of the first row, turns, starts on the second. Still nothing. A few of the rogues are trembling now, hands clenched at their sides, eyes fixed on the floor. One woman mutters something under her breath…probably a prayer, and the guy next to her shushes her fast. Reign stops in front of a tall man with scarred knuckles and a shaved head. He leans in, inhales deep, then exhales and moves on without a word. The man lets out a shaky breath like he just dodged a bullet.

APRIL "Good morning, pom-pom." I look directly at the smiling man. "I know you have missed me and I just wanted to surprise you. Did I surprise you? I know I did." "Do you always answer your own questions? That is a little weird." He is already very weird. "But to answer your question, yes, you surprised me. What are you doing here?" "I already told you, I came to surprise you." He laughs. "Are you on drugs? You always act so weird. You know, pom-pom, drugs are very bad for a girl like you."