Scrooge Novels & Stories

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.

He turns and looks. “I’m pretty sure I saw him outside the packhouse when we left.” He links back. “Act like your phone is ringing and go outside to pick up the call.”I link Marcus as I’m still ordering our third pizza. Marcus picks up his phone, “Hey Gideon, I’m going to take this. “Pointing to his phone. I nod, and Marcus goes outside to take his fake call. As soon as Marcus is outside, our friend in the dark blue hoodie pulls his hood down more and turns and walks down the street. As he was pulling his hoodie down, I saw a jagged scar on the back of his hand, very distinctive.

Lana points to a page on the journal, “Le destructeur de tous et de ses proches, la mort, la guerre et la Pestilence, récolteront la destruction de tous. Le sacrifice de l'humanité sera son champion. Si l'amour et la bonté prévalent, le monde sera sauvé. Si la mort et l'avidité réussissent, la fin sera un nouveau commencement rempli de mort, d'assujettissement et de destruction.” I interpret it out loud, “The destroyer of all and her kin, death, war, and Pestilence, shall reap the destruction of all. Humanity's sacrifice shall be its champion. Should love and goodness prevail, the world will be saved. Should death and greed succeed, the end shall be a new beginning filled with death, subjuga

“I…Hello, Professor. I…I am Scarlet Lozenge, and this is my friend, Evangelica Michelangelo.” Scarlet introduced herself and Eva to Dankein Cosh. Eva had been drooling over Dankein and the man saw this through the corner of his eyes but stayed unbothered.

I walked up to him, "Hey Cole." He looked up at me, his confusion turning to shock in a moment, "Athena?" "Live and in person." "Oh my God," He stood up to give me a small, side hug, as though he didn't believe I was really there "Is this really you?" "No, no." I smiled, "This is the ghost of the Christmas past Mr Scrooge." "Damn," he chuckled, "You have been away for so long, I never thought I would see you again."

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.

My Innocent Prend Buy me a chocolate frappe pleeeeease * with crying and pleading emoji *. I'll give you 20k, thankyou * kissing emoticon * "Just take me down to Manzato Mall" I said to Daevon in the middle of the drive. He frowned at me as if waiting for me to add it. I wanted to roll my eyes again but I stopped it. "I need to buy something and then I will go to my friend" I added. That's when his eyebrows calmed down. While on the road I chose to distract my cellphone. As I was scrolling I saw a post about one of our friends, Rozz.

I snapped out of the trance, my head lifting instinctively as the two fighting rogues tumbled into my corner, their massive bodies slamming against the iron bound wood. The larger wolf, his face mapped with old tavern scars, turned his yellow eyes down on me, his upper lip curling in disgust as his nose caught the sour, diseased scent of my artificial musk paste. "Get your pathetic carcass out of the way before I snap your ribs for taking up space."

They never worried about others, they didn't even worry about their own family, only their money mattered to them. Fuck, if Scrooge wasn't the perfect example of that then I didn't know what would be! He bowed his head and brought a hand up to his face, pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. A moment later his eyes met mine and the familiarity of them almost startled me to death. They looked exactly like mine. The darkness, the softness, the anger, the color the shape, everything matched my own reminding me that we indeed did share a relation whether I cared to admit it or not.

The_real_prince_charming GEEZ, I AM SORRY THAT I AM SO AWESOME THAT YOU FIND IT DISTRACTING. Chloe_awesome_scott FOR THE LAST TIME, YOU ANNOYING SOB! I NEED SOB! The_real_prince_charming ... YOU NEED SONS OF BEACHES? Chloe_awesome_scott DAMN, TYPO! I NEED ANSWERS! AND, BTW, IN YOUR CASE SOB MEANS SON OF A BISCUIT! The_real_prince_charming UM...HOW SWEET...I AM NOT SURE WE CAN MAKE MORE SONS OF BISCUIT THOUGH.