Scraps X Brightney Novels & Stories

I step on something and I use my torchlight to see what it is. Paper, a crumbled paper. There was not one no...I look around to see there were hundreds. What the fuc*? Did she actually tried it so many times? Can she be innocent? How can she be so stupid to not remember her own password? I crouch down to open , something was written to be only crossed over. Weird. I was still confused , staring at the scribbled writing ,when I see a newly crumbled paper rolling on the floor.

I said as I put it on the coffee table. I opened it and I saw a breakfast platter and when I say platter, I mean every breakfast food you can think of is here and I also saw a black envelope. "Oh wow, this is exactly what we need." Aaron said as he carried a sausage and he started eating. "How can you eat when we have no idea who sent it." I chastised. "Well then open the envelope, I am hungry." I opened the envelope and I saw two tickets and a note. "This is a ticket to classic vintage." I gave them to Aaron before I opened the note, I am even more curious as to who sent this.

I walked towards the dim light in the distance, hoping that it would be better than being out here, alone in the darkness. It was a bar. By the time I pushed open the creaky door to the bar, my head was spinning. The stale scent of beer and sweat hit me as soon as I walked in. A few pairs of eyes turned toward me, but I didn’t care. All I wanted was to drown everything that had happened… Nathan, Coral, the betrayal… to drown it all in something strong enough to numb the pain. I made my way to the bar, leaning heavily against the counter.

Her light green eyes were reflecting the peeking rays of the moon. Agnes was disheveled from flailing around, her red, flaming hair was scattered on the white pillow. Her sleeping dress was creased and was slightly crooked, revealing her white, creamy-like texture shoulder blades. Something glinted in his eyes before he leaned down to bite it. Agnes, feeling the pain, groaned. Without even looking at it, she knew it was bleeding. He bites really hard, it made her worry about him getting a chunk of meat from her.

Scarlet’s eyes widened with excitement. “And there’s also the online version, which I’ve typed out in a way that makes it look like you did the work,” he adds with a tease. “But in return for that… I want trifold of what you offered.” She swallows. “I…” “The assignment is due in a few hours, Shayle, or shall I say, Scarlet.” She shudders as she stands before him, looking small under his tallness. She steps back before nodding anxiously.

Sit there, smile for the cameras, and pretend the Hayes family still has morals in them. Those brutal words cut me like swords beneath my skin. "I never said I'd be making a scene.". "You don't have to say it," she growled. "You just do always find a way to embarrass me." She spun her skirt around her legs and gasped for air, as if I were the assignment handed. "Don't blow this, Natalie. In case someone asks, you're happy for them. That's the script. Got it?" After my nod. Still. Taken. Used.

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.

It's a tattoo of two letters and six numbers. "I've seen this tattoo on dead rouges." I look at Marcus with confusion written all over my face. "Alpha, I have a new theory to add, but I know you are not going to like it," Marcus says to me while pulling something up on his laptop. He turns in around to show me. It's a Missing Person report of a little girl from 10 years ago named Bailey Rhea. "OK, I'm not following." I tilt my head to the side and look at Marcus.

"Quickly." Amina was sprawled at the entrance of the hall, her eyes vacant as blood slowly trickled from her nose onto the pavement. Beside her was a broken bottle, the same one she had been carrying all day. *

"No way! Natalie's the one who sold her kidney," Evelyn snapped, shoving Natalie aside to inspect me. "She has lost a kidney," the leader confirmed. "Taking the other would kill her." Just as Evelyn's hand reached for me, Natalie cried out and collapsed, revealing a prominent scar on her abdomen. "Go ahead and take her to the hospital. She is faking to win your love." Evelyn flinched, rushing back to check Natalie's scar. "I almost fell for her trick. Don't worry. I'm taking you to the hospital now."