Scream 1 Novels & Stories

BELLA I was suppose to die, but then I saw a figure running towards me, the figure of the one I love, he comes to my rescue even though i didn’t ask for it. Horror and anger flashing through my eyes, he didn’t wanted me to die, he wouldn’t let me and then I saw it all He punches Adrien, and Adrien immediately let’s go of me. I held my neck and gasp for air, coughing out badly, but still my teary eyes watched how Jack positioned himself between us

I scream. It’s a raw, animal sound that tears my throat. I swing my fist. I drive the key into his eye. SQUELCH. The sound is wet. Horrifying. The Reaper shrieks. He drops my legs, clutching his face. Blood spurts between his fingers, black in the shadows. "My eye! She got my eye!" The other two drop me. I hit the ground hard, the impact jarring my teeth. I scramble backward, crab-walking away from them, my vision swimming.

You chose to cheat on me, so you will take responsibility for your own actions! Johann scurried to his feet, trying to continue to explain things to me. However, I hovered my palm above the emergency alarm on the wall, warning him clearly, "If you continue harassing me like this, I will call the police on you. And then, once you're deported from this country, you can forget about ever coming back!" He pressed a hand against the wound on his face in a sheepish manner, but he didn't dare to approach me again. However, the remorse welling in his eyes seemed to say that he was truly afraid of losing me.

Scarlett's eyes snapped open. Her heart hammered violently. For a second she couldn't breathe. Then she realized the scream had been real. It echoed through the pack house. Lucas was already out of bed. The entire building erupted into movement. Doors slammed open. Wolves shouted. Footsteps thundered through the halls. Scarlett grabbed her jacket and rushed after Lucas. They burst into the main corridor. Emily appeared from another hallway. Alex emerged seconds later. Fear filled every face. Then another scream echoed from outside.

Each cry was a plea for Scarlet’s attention, a desperate call for Scarlet to hear her pain and come to her aid. Scarlet sat at her desk, looking across her textbooks and notes. She had been studying, but as the minutes ticked by, a sudden sound shattered the peace of the evening—a piercing scream that echoed through the walls of her room. Startled by the sudden outburst, Scarlet’s heart clenched. The scream had originated from Emily’s room, and in an instant, worry clawed at Scarlet’s chest. With a swift movement, she pushed back her chair and raced towards her sister’s room, her mind clouded with fear.

I scream. It feels almost like an illusion. His hands stop wandering my body and his eyes widen. Then, I lift my hand to his face and start scratching, and he does nothing to stop me. All he does is clutch his chest. I keep scratching until his body falls over mine, limp. I push him off and sit up, and when I see his open eyes, the realization hits me, I know he’s dead. I scream and scramble back until I hit the wall, horrified. My shaking hand covers my mouth, trying to muffle the sound.

I scream. He’s across the room in two strides. One gloved hand clamps over my mouth, muffling the sound, the other pinning my wrists above my head. The duffel drops to the floor with a heavy thud. I thrash, naked, wet, terrified, but he’s solid muscle, immovable, his body heat radiating against my bare skin. He smells like rain-soaked leather and something warm under that makes my traitor brain think safe when nothing about this is safe.

Damien was furious when he went looking for me at Cree’s and I wasn’t there, so to get on his good side, I agreed to a scary movie marathon. We were both laying on our stomachs, eyes glued to the laptop screen as a door creaked open, the ominous sound filling the quiet room. On screen, the woman in bed stirred as something moved beneath her covers, creeping up her body. My hand gripped Damien’s arm as she slowly began to lift the flimsy sheets.

My scream filled the room. "Elena, enough," the Adrian on-screen said. "Selena planned this for my birthday. Don't ruin it because you can't stand seeing her happy." The real Adrian folded forward as if the sentence had struck him in the stomach. He covered his mouth and retched, but there was nothing left in him to bring up. "She was looking at me," he whispered. He stared at the frozen image of my face above the box. "The whole time, she was looking at me."

His eyes drop an ocean that gets pulled to the sky staining his upper cheeks and the saliva in his mouth twirling from each scream let out. Haaaaa!!!... The scream filled the air with terror while the spikes reached out to slice through his skin. One cuts his left arm off, the blood pours so heavy before he lands straight to the ground... his eyes locking out its view. Bump-bump, Bump-bump.