Scp Foundation Shy Guy Novels & Stories

David patted Colby’s shoulder and reassured him. After this, David pulled out his phone and sent a message mentioning all the members in the SCC group chat. David (core): [All members around Shu City in South River Province report to Shu City immediately.] Soon, a few members replied. [Yes, Sir! ETA one hour!] [Yes, Sir! ETA one and a half hours!] [Yes, Sir! ETA two hours!] As an SCC core member, David was in a high enough position to be called “Sir”, and no one ignored his message.

He wanted to remind her that he was existing, Lizzy didn’t get to see his friends although she was dying to. There were five people in Shakar’s group of friends, Damien, Randy, Evan and Cole. According to the information she had just gathered from Kyle and Caro, Shakar was the most handsome and hottest guy amongst the five, Damian Styles was known for his father's influence, a tall slim guy with brown hair and blue eyes. Yes his father was richer than Mr. Louis, he was also the second hottest guy on campus. Both Damian and Shakar had been friends since childhood.

I looked closely and had to do a double-take. “No way,” I whispered. “What?” “Over there,” I hissed. A guy in a navy-blue hoodie crossed the road and jumped the four steps in front of the flower shop. “Hey, he looks familiar,” Emmie said. “That’s Beta Scott or just Scott.” Emmie opened her mouth and was about to gasp so loudly that she could have gotten us caught. I capped a hand over her mouth. “You’re going to get us caught!” I hissed. “No way! That bastard has the guts to wander in the shifter region so freely? Doesn’t the Supreme Council know he’s wanted?”

“If it helps Andrea, I’m going to help you. I can’t say the same thing if it hurts her in the long run.” “It’s all right. She’ll be fine. What is a few headaches?” Gryphon waved his hand and got up from his seat. When he did so, both Andrea and Ashley followed his face with their gazes. He then walked toward Ashley and squatted down to a kneel as if not bothering his friend to look up and strain his neck. “Can you loan us ten million?” The friend smiled. “No.”

“Indeed. The Cordia siblings are made out of the same mold.” Trey patted the elegant doctor on his back, his heavy pats nearly causing Shaw to spill his drink all over himself. “It’s still not too late for you. You should just say it outright while she is still single–” “I already did.” Shaw interrupted, staring at the trio with dead-fish eyes. “It… might not be as bad as you think.” After an awkward cough, the ever-rational Fynn comforted. “What exactly did she say?”

Staring after the woman as she turned slowly. Only as Sandra began to shrink from the doorframe did Blue collapse into a small, orange heap. Cheek throbbing where it had been clawed at by glass. Warm as she surrendered to silent tears. Throat swollen shut. Stomach seized tense with muffled sobs. And as she yelled, she screamed the words with the savage call she’d thus far done well to quiet. “You lot and your fucking money!” —

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Staring back at her from the screen was her good friend, Oscar. “Hey.” She said with a smile. “Hello.” He replied. She noticed he wore black singlets, with his dog tag on, which indicated he was on an army base somewhere. “Where are you?” She asked. “Syria. My tour will be ending in two weeks.” There was poor network connection for a few seconds which muted the screen. Then Oscar’s voice came on again. “…me?” “What did you say?” She asked. “I got your text last night. You missing me?”

But Shane’s scent was here, clear as day. Shane spotted the rebels clan out near the edge of the village, looking across the pack. Shane only had two helpers backing him up, and with an attack force of only three, it stood to reason that he would be trying to go straight for the jugular by taking out the alpha. Moments later, Scar located Shane and his goons, creeping along on four legs downwind of the rebels, slowly advancing on to their direction , their tails twitching in impending attack.

Still parked a block down her house even hours after bidding her goodbye, I pressed the button on the steering wheel and Scar’s voice filled the entire car, “Speak.” “We have found him. He has been hiding in Club 40/40. It’s a sex club located down the streets, not far from his old club.” He announced not wasting words. Scar has known me my entire life, from the moment I stepped foot in Finland, he was there. And after years of working with him, we became tied, even when I claimed the reigns; he was always there by my side. He earned himself the name after suffering at the hands of heatless Finns who found it amusing to disfigure the face of a 13-year-old with a cold dagger, leaving an ugly