Scream Billy Novels & Stories

"Okay, okay, easy. I’m just telling you about my favorite event of the day. Relax and keep yourself calm. I’m not sure if you’ll like what I’ll say next…" I think I know what he’ll say. The agency wants me to accept the offer because I’d clearly stated my disgust when it was offered. "Tic wanted you to accept the offer." Tic is short for Terror-In-Closet. The guy that I inadvertently caused a scandalous incident with. I think I’m still absent-minded that I didn’t straighten my facts.

With a deep breath, I squirrel in closer, thinkin’ he’d better not turn his head at the last minute, or else I’ll bite his damn nose off. Just as I’m about to make contact with his hairy cheek, I hear a loud thunk, and Billy leaps backward about ten yards. I ain’t sure what’s happenin’, and my eyes won’t focus, but when I blink a few times, I’m lookin’ into dark orbs–and they look angry.

He trotted behind Lana and tentatively asked her, "Boss, is that man really Mr. Liam?" Lana nodded. Billy was shocked yet again. No wonder every encounter with Liam left him paralyzed by his overwhelming presence. "Then, how do you know him?" Lana calmly stated, "He's my ex-husband." "Ex … ex-husband?" Billy exclaimed. Billy was caught off guard by Lana and Liam's relationship. In the quiet night, Billy suddenly screamed. When Lana turned around, he was already lying in the ditch at the side of the road. Lana pulled him out, and Billy immediately hid behind her despite the filth on his clothes. He nervously asked, "Boss, Mr. Liam can't be a ghost, right?"

But even in the midst of this bleak situation, I clung to the hope that perhaps this was my chance at redemption, my opportunity to escape the nightmare that had haunted me in my sleep. The Lycan stood towering over me, his broad chest and thick voice filling the room as he commanded his warriors to drag me out. In that moment, I knew my fate was sealed. The packed house was full of people, but they all seemed to be in on the gruesome event that was about to take place. I had stumbled into a den of monsters, and I was the next victim to be sacrificed on their blood-stained altar.

"When I was a kid, my friends and I used to dare each other to ring the bell. We all thought it was haunted, but none of us ever got the guts to actually make it to the door." "Oh yeah? Why's that?" "I dunno, weird stuff always seemed to happen around here. I know this will sound stupid, you know, kids and all, but one time my friend Billy actually made it to the door. He was going to hit the bell when we heard this woman scream bloody murder at him, so we bolted. I think it was a rabbit under the porch or something, I hear they can scream like people." "No, it's a ghost. She's a screamer. Does that shit all the time."

Countless dings rang across the hall, and everyone held their phone to their face. The blood drained from my face. It was the half naked photo she had taken of me when she tore off my dress. “Heck no!” “This is so disgusting.” “Is this what she looked like underneath?” “No wonder she always wears a hoodie.” My hands started shaking, and the tray fell to the ground. They were all laughing at me, and I couldn’t breathe. Kenna stepped forward, “You think you can embarrass my boyfriend,” She said, linking her arm with Leon’s arm, “Think again.”

“Billy, you must be exhausted. You’re probably thirsty too. This is your favorite. Why don’t you have a sip?” Perched on the windowsill with every nerve stretched tight, Billy was indeed parched. At the sight of the ice-cold bottle beaded with condensation, he could not help swallowing. “I won’t touch you. I’ll just leave it here. You can take it yourself.” I carefully held the bottle out to him. The moment he reached for it, I flicked my wrist and splashed the drink all over him. I had secretly mixed some makeup remover into it. Lori had applied Billy’s makeup sloppily. So as soon as the liquid hit him, the fake blood and bruises began to run.

Billy letting the others have a moment to take in the incredible sight of his stepmother before he sent her off to get them all another beer, even though their current one’s had been barely touched. “This is the best Billy!” said Clint, “you fucking rule man!” “Hell yeah!” agreed Dougie. “How would you like her to suck your cock?” Billy asked them. After seeing Billy’s hot stepmother strip off and let them play with her tits, Dougie and Clint thought that nothing could surprise them again. They were wrong. “You’re shitting us?” Clint said in disbelief, although everything he had seen so far suggested that Billy was deadly serious. “How would you like to fuck her?” Billy asked.

"I've been obsessed with you since freshman year, Oakley. I bullied you because I was confused. I still am" "I didn't know what to do with it. I'm not even gay. Fuck I'm not even straight. The only thing in the last four years that's gotten me hard, was you. The only thing I cared about was you. I was shitty, I was so shitty. I was confused, and my dad- that doesn't matter, but I took it out on you. I should have never done that. I was immature... childish. All of it. But I'm sorry Oakley. I'm so sorry"

"Trying to bluff your way in? Do you think we'd believe a word from someone like you? If you want to have anything to do with the Greven family, try again in another life." My body automatically curled up in pain, and I could hardly utter another word. My pathetic state prompted a cold laugh from him. "Hand me the scissors. I'll cut off her tongue and stop her from spouting more nonsense." His subordinate actually handed him a big, sharp pair of scissors. The cold glint reflecting from the blade frightened me so much that I shook my head vigorously. "No, please, don't!" Billy was unfazed. He ordered his subordinates to pry open my mouth.