Scream Billy Novels & Stories

, "S-STAY AWAY F-FROM ME, D-DON'T COME C-CLOSER!!" Listening to Marilyn's frightened scream Xavier felt his heart sink in his chest and his brain spin in lightning speed, this was a new feeling for him , he was worried, he was scared ..... scared for someone else for the first time in his life, his mind wanders thousands of scenarios of what could be happening behind this closed door and none of them had anything positivity in them...... before he could understand anything, his body worked on it's own and he found him breaking the door and burst in that room.

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."

I’d failed. Billy howled again, slightly more toward the north than before. I turned and headed for the noise. When I got closer, I caught his scent. It was bold and spicy, but another, thinner scent was on the wind. Marianne. She smelled like peaches and cream. I started running again. Soon, I’d caught up with Billy. We ran silently together, following the scent trail.

"Williams!" The figure Squealed happily "Billy!" Williams replied, withdrew his Gun and then hugged Billy who had gotten so excited. "Mara?" Williams whose eyes scanned through the young Woman standing next to Billy with a Little child in her Arms, squealed after he had broken off from the hug. "No way, don't tell me it's what it is Billy, don't even think of telling me that. " Williams yelled even before Billy could open his lips to say a word.

Sarah's POV Anita leaned toward me, eyes sharp. “Who’s calling?” I swallowed hard, the phone trembling in my palm. “Austin,” I whispered. Her jaw tightened. “Pick it.” “What?” My voice broke. “Anita, I can’t—” “Pick. It. Sarah,” she said firmly. “Don’t let him think you’re scared.” My fingers felt numb as I swiped the screen. “H-hello?” His voice came through like gravel, thick and deep. “Where the hell are you, you stupid bitch?”

I suddenly saw my reflection in his arrogant eyes as nothing but a pitiful, stray mongrel he decided to give his leftover scraps to. Then, without further thought, he shoved me toward the door, meaning to tell me to get a cab back home instead. Just then, Eva suddenly ran over to us. "Mr. Garner! Ms. Castro—" While running toward me, she deliberately "failed" to stop herself and crashed right into me. A split second later, I felt her forcefully push me off the stairs so that I'd tumble all the way down to the ground. I bumped myself into several steps and even scraped and cut myself on them. Finally, I tumbled and landed with a heavy plop into a roadside ditch.

The ranging wind would gulp their shelters to trenches where it belongs and leave them stranded of a home of abode. Billy at least had a value in his wild world . He is more of old funny fellow with white hairs bleaching, a glass which he uses to see things afar, nose to sniff. When he does the sniffing one would practically look agitated at how old billy sniffs like a nosing creature nevertheless he was never a creep or knave.

"Come on, kid—you're a good actor and your script is well-written… but the problem is, you're screwing with the wrong man! Did you think that I, Mick Crane, manager of Vintage Deluxe, can't even see through your cheap performance?" A brief flicker of anxiety showed on Billy's face, but he quickly shook his head. "Cheap performance? What are you talking about? I'm serious about selling this, so take it or leave it! If you don't want it, then give it back. I won't sell it to you."

Black is my favorite color—it reflects what's inside my soul so well: everlasting darkness and bitterness. "You're leaving already?" I peer up towards the ceiling. Billy is wearing only a pair of washed-out jeans and a necklace with a bear tooth. He carelessly lights a cigarette inside his cabin. "Yup," My answer is short. Billy laughs. His blonde hair is sweaty and glued to his neck, and my heart nearly stops at the sight of his playboy muscles. There is a heart tattooed over his brawny chest, but I suspect there is nothing inside. "Can't you stay longer? I was just about to make pancakes for breakfast. I'm not good in the kitchen, but pancakes I can handle,"

I ask, wanting to double-check. Billy blinks. “The scry-thing? Yeah, yeah, I got it somewhere in here.” He pats his jacket like he might’ve already lost it. I can’t help the small laugh that escapes me. “It’s called a Scrythorn, Billy.” He waves a hand, snorting. “Right, right. That. Long as it works, that’s what matters.” Dominicus stands beside me, silent and steady, his arms crossed over his chest, his gaze sharp on the men preparing to leave.