Scp The Shy Guy Novels & Stories

" I froze with the acute fear of being discovered. We were in the men's room of a popular restaurant and I was sucking a vampire's tongue! Oh man! If we got busted my life would be over. Shelly probably wouldn't care, she could just go back to Transylvania or wherever the hell she'd come from, but I had a job, a career. I was a prominent CPA with an influential and very conservative clientele. Having perverted undead sex in a public bathroom would be like jumping out the window of my 38th floor office - messy, painful, and utterly final. The man's footsteps echoed off the tiles. He hummed softly and the sound of his zipper coming down made me jump. I could hear his piss hitting the porcelain

Bryan said as he stepped out of the car, crossed the street ,and made for the men. He was dressed in blue baggy jeans, a sweater and a baseball cap. He was about five meters away from them, when the taller one asked. “What do you want?” “Some baby powder.” He replied. “We don’t have such .” The shorter one replied. Bryan immediately sensed that his cover was blown, which could make things go awry at any moment. “Come on. Don’t do me like this. I just need a fix.” He said, while trying to sound convincing.

I said as convincing as I could. “I’m sorry, Ally,” Shirley looked apologetic. She knew I was a virgin and was not ready for this kind of thing. Nobody knew how Tyler Banks was in real life and if he had any weird fetishes. I gritted my teeth. I had to do what I could to keep my family safe, even if it meant surrendering my innocence in that one night.

"That's right. We're just teaching this annoying woman a lesson for causing a scene here at the hotel!" "Hey there, Rosie's brother. You should kick that beggar out of the hotel!" The man pursed his lips as he took in my wine-stained jacket that was covered in glass shards. "Why are you still the same as you were as a kid, Emmy? You never know how to protect yourself." "Huh?" After studying his face carefully, I finally confirmed that he was Adrian Shaw, the older boy who used to live beside me and would follow me around everywhere. Before I could say anything, Adrian took off his expensive suit jacket and wrapped it around me without any hesitation. He did so with great care, as if he were

she mumbled and answered the call. Before she could say anything, Shishir from the other side of the call said, “Happy New Year… I hope you liked my present to your fans. Oops! sorry I mean your puppet.” “What?” Scarlett was confused hearing him. “what is he talking about?” she wondered inside and before she could speak anything, Shishir gave a sinister laugh and disconnected the call. Scarlett was not able to understand him. As she was trying to figure out what he was saying she checked her post on Insta and a thunderbolt strike on her.

“I mean, my height is more than perfect for a woman, don't you think so? Besides, does it really have anything to do with the reason I'm here?” Right… Now, I feel relieved. He frowned, but I didn't give a fuck. “You seem like an interesting young lady,” Another one said… Scott Hughes. Twenty-one, one of the team's defensemen... and a freak. Rumour had it that he's really crazy and has a messed up personality, and women love him for that. His eyes swept over me, a flirtatious smile lingering on his face. “Your fashion sense is quite weird and funny,” They all laughed... except Levi.

is a hot mess of testosterone and aggression. “Hi,” Kylian's lookalike says, his voice low and smooth. His smile is sly, a thin-lipped, insincere grin that doesn't quite reach his eyes. His attention is fixed on Scarlett, who shudders at the sight of him, like a rabbit caught in the headlights.

Shawn shyly said as he refused to look up, acting like a sixteen year old girl who is approached by her crush for help. "Besides, I didn't know you thought I was in close competition with Hunter MacIntyre in terms of looks. I won't say no if you want me to be your sister's—" "There there... Cut the crap, idiot. You're not the guy I'm thinking about." Scott sneered. He took a sip of his drink and added, "And what'd you say about being in close competition in terms of looks with Hunter MacIntyre? You're not even one percent in competition with him."

Scott approached her cautiously and spoke in a gentle tone, "Are you Sophia?" The girl nodded, tears streaming down her face, "Yes, yes, I am. Who... who are you?" Scott's eyes softened with empathy as he crouched down to be at eye level with Sophia. "I'm Scott, and we're here to get you out of here. Your brother Liam told us about you and we won't let anyone harm you," he said reassuringly. Sophia, a young girl with wide, frightened eyes, looked up at Scott, cautiously assessing the sincerity in his voice and expression. The room they were in was dimly lit, and the atmosphere was tense.

He’s dark, dangerous, and devastatingly rugged, with slicked-back dark hair and full, stern lips. It’s Trey Parker. VSU’s powerhouse quarterback. The guy Shawn hates more than anyone else on this planet because he refuses to share the spotlight. Trey is notorious for being cold, keeping entirely to himself, and intimidating anyone who dares get too close. People are genuinely terrified of him. And at the same time, obsessed with him. As I stare at him, a reckless, insane plan starts forming in my head. “What’s up, Goody Two-Shoes?” Chris’s mocking voice calls. “Is your lie starting to catch up with you?”