Scribble Hub Novels & Stories

Ellie… Ellie… Like a voice calling her home. She froze. “Dad?” The voice faded, like it had never been there. Then another sound, distant, muffled: the scrape of chalk against a board. The low hum of lecture hall voices. Dr. Voss’s calm, measured tone: You must see the Labyrinth for what it is, not what it shows you. Ellie pressed a hand to her forehead. “It’s in my head.” Cerebus stiffened, growling into the shadows. But the growl wasn’t steady. Alpha turned left, snapping at nothing. Beta whined, torn between directions. Gamma barked, lunging forward, straining against air.

“Reminds me of myself. I’m only rich in dicks.” I let out a loud laugh, unable to ignore her humor. Savannah is like the sweet relief in our crew, the life of the party, less-ambitious yet an achiever. As for Mason, last year he experienced an incredible breakthrough after the app he had silently built in his old garage sold for $ 150 million. It's been one massive success after another since then. “Come to LA.” Savy’s voice pulls me out of my blank state. “What?” “Why not?” She throws the question back at me. “You no longer have a grown-ass man to babysit—”