Scrooge Novels & Stories

Henry clutched his lower back and wailed in pain. Seeing that Sophia showed no intention of stopping, he hurriedly said, "I'm out of money, and Wylie won't give me any. Later, someone found me and offered me several thousand to pass a message to your grandmother. I didn't see anything wrong with the message, so I agreed." Henry endured the pain and went on, "I don't know his name, but they all call him Scar." Sophia smirked. Sure enough, Edmund was behind it once again.

“You have a job,keep the store running and keep revenues up,is that understood” Scar asked,a smile on her face,it wasn't a sweet smile it was more of a crocodile smile. “Yes ma” Scar walked out through the revolving door,well this is the third main store they are visiting,she felt her stomach grumble,wait a minute she skipped lunch. “Hello madam” A voice called from the side waving energetically. Scar turned to him “Derrick” She called. He walked over,a bag in his hand,he shoved his car key into his side pocket out of habit. Her eyes traced the careless movement and back to her car waiting patiently.

Lucian said pleadingly. "I am willing to humble myself before you publicly to take her back. Just give us back our mate, please," He said, and I heard his voice crack and knew he was crying. "Men that cry are like little boys. Did you get her revenge? You invited a stranger to your home and let him go after he committed an offence at Scarlett's expense. His name isn't Gregory; he is Geoffery, and I have him in a cell for Scarlett's amusement. You do not deserve her, and you know it. It is best you leave and go face Garland. I am sure he is likely to spare your lives if you make him the same offer you just made me.

Tony growled, his face reddening. class="StyledElement___StyledDiv-sc-2e063k-0 fIRhWq slate-p" data-slate-node="element">Scarlett turned to Liam, hoping he would say something, but he was quiet, his eyes fixed on his meal, and she beathed out. "Uncle..."

"Unseemly, every last one of you." Nonetheless, Jackie strode up just then, still clutching his face as he snapped, "You fool! You'll pay for causing trouble here in Norsedam. This man here is Scorpion, a member of the Airbreakers, the biggest gang here in this city! Get down on your knees and lick my shoes, or I'm killing you!" "You heard him—on your knees, lick his shoes!" Scorpion came to his senses and glowered at Frank threateningly, stomping one foot on the chair beside Frank while brandishing his metal bat.

As she clung to her friend, crimson staining her trembling hands, Swiftclaw's world was unraveling before his eyes. Swiftclaw's shock quickly gave way to a primal scream of "NO, NO, NO!" His voice cracked with desperation as he realized the gravity of his actions. The twisted plan he had set in motion had backfired in the most devastating way. His intentions to offer Scarlett as a sacrifice to some malevolent deity had gone horribly wrong, and the consequences were now upon him.

They had me. "Let me… think about it for a night," I said, closing my eyes in despair. Back in my dark, damp attic room, I shakily opened my old laptop and searched for everything I could find on "Caspian Valerius." What I found made my blood run cold. I’d heard he was ruthless, but I never imagined the chilling titles and stories attached to his name. "The Butcher," "The Night King," "The Monster Who Put a Bullet in His Own Uncle's Head"... every label came with a bloody rumor.

There was no answer but heavy breathing. George tried to say something, yet all he could manage were incoherent sentences. Wendy stood up, but Zack held her down. "It's probably a scam. I've seen this a lot of times. Your father would've at least made himself clear."

I say. “They do, according to what I’ve heard,” Aunt Grace agrees. As we pull to a stop, Uncle Eli leans forward. “I’m with you, Kieran. This is all a bunch of bullshit if you ask me.” “Thank you!” he says, making me laugh. “Oh, don’t listen to him. He doesn’t like sprites either,” Aunt Grace scolds. “They’re annoying as shit,” Uncle Eli growls. As soon as we step out of the van, Silas’ nose goes up into the air and he growls softly.