Scrooge Novels & Stories

"You can scream all you want, bitch, no one is going to save you. Also, I need to remind you that Kira is sleeping soundly. She won't come here to save you." "I can save myself," said Doctor Greg. "I need no help from the likes of you!" "How about you save yourself now?" Trevor grinned wickedly. He swung the bat with him and slammed it hard into one of his arms. A howl escaped Doctor Greg's lips, followed by a series of curse words. "Just wait until I get out of this goddamned chair, I won't hesitate to put a bullet in that rotten heart of yours, and I'll have your head in one of my cabinets and watch it rot slowly!"

This way you wouldn’t have to put up with me… Yes. You should just lie down and accept that you’re going to get torn to pieces by those monsters, how fitting of an end it is. I mean your family did cut into you and throw you away like you were the dirt on the bottom of their shoes, they wanted you to be bait. They wanted you dead. In their defence I would have done the exact same. That’s exactly what that scar means it’s why you should give up. You were meant to die when they used you. My eyes sting as tears and sweat enter them, I should give up. It would be better for everyone if I just stopped trying. Is that what I should do? Give up? Like a coward?

The man with a pot belly scowled and felt furious at being exposed. “What are you talking about?” The man lost his temper. “Do you know that I have a great reputation? Everyone calls me the God of Alchemy! Who are you to question me?” he roared in anger, ready to curse Neon. “Damn fatty,” Neon said disdainfully. Neon was a young man and would not show mercy to scammers. Nero scowled darkly, shocked to find them bickering. Although the guy was quite fat and did not look very impressive, he had verified his identity as Declan's apprentice.

He’s the thing that smells like pine shavings in the best possible way. Well, isn’t that a kick in the head? It’s not enough he rules the world, he’s somehow upped his scent game from pleasant to damn near magical. I’ve never been so disappointed in something in my life. I sigh. The Scurlock, in a last-minute bid to avoid the inevitable, goes full deadweight on me. Just before I hoist him up under my arm, in the moment when my sleep-deprived brain is making the ponderous leap from mystery smell to problem child, I accidentally raise my eyes. They meet Cadoc’s.

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.

Scot just wants to die and go to her. ……….. Scot placed a bouquet of white roses on Zoe's tombstone and looked at the picture of her. That picture was taken by him. "That's ugly, why can't you take a beautiful picture Scot?" Zoe threw her scarf at him and yelled. Scot laughed seeing her angry face. "That's not my fault. It was just because you're ugly!" Wanting to tease her even more he said. Then she looked at him for a while and made a snowball before throwing it at him with fury. Scot couldn't help but laugh seeing how cute she was.

The police officer was about to walk out with Clover when he took two steps and saw a gloomy man in black tights standing at the doorway. He was none other than Scorpio, one of the Twelve Golden Zodiacs. He possessed a killing aura and was chilly and scary. The two police officers automatically came to a halt when they saw him, not daring to approach him. They were concerned that this individual was too dangerous to approach and that it was best not to. "Who are you? Get out of my way!" Faced with the police officer's fumigate, Scorpion stood firm in the doorway, even pulling out a blade as gleaming as silver from his waist.

determined to do it. Taking out a matchstick...he rubs it against the match box... tries to light it , to only groan in irritated. "This stupid matchstick! Why isn't it lighting!!" He screams when suddenly, slow winds start approaching. The friend laying on the ground looked afraid, noticing the change in the aura of the place. "Please... let's go ...I feel something-" "Ah shut up! You coward! Don't tell me that you really believe that sh**! "

Clearing her throat, she began speaking. " I know you're in there, please come out." A movement was heard but no one came forth. Scarlett sighed before placing more bag of coins down on the table she had found. That must have interested the person because footsteps was soon heard. A huge body filled the room, dressed in shabby clothing. His eyes were sunken and they were no trace of youthfulness in his face anymore. Scarlett almost felt sorry for him. " Why are you here, Scarlett?" He called out, His voice calm but Scarlett could sniff out the slightest bit of irritation. Her lips twitched as she stared at him. " I need you to get someone out of the way. She's refused to leave."

He said sternly and I swallowed hard from fright, he didn’t seem like one who was ready for excuses and that scared me to bits, considering the fact that I had no money right now. I’m sorry for the inconveniences air, I really am, but can you please exercise more patience for me, I will make sure I pay you up by next month sir please. I told him, praying deeply that he will listen to me, and give me more time to pay up my debts but he only scoffed with his face outlined in a deep frown.