Scutter Novels & Stories

And they prohibited most of the abilities that make me a demon from usage. I nickname the man Jerk, although my clairvoyance told me he is a regular human nicknamed Jackal. I don’t know what business he has with Scarlet, but she is allowing him to flip up her skirt under the covered table, which I can see from the table behind. His left-hand glides down her skirt and feels her bare bottom. She is wearing a lacy thong that matches her bra and while seeing the lace gives me a reaction; I am jealous that someone else, instead of me, has his dirty fingers touching her intimate parts.

With Scorpion Guardian fighting Biggy and Scarlet alone, he simply had no chance of winning. All of a sudden, Biggy and Scarlet charged forward!!! “White Doll, White Lotus’ young supreme leader, has arrived in Copper City. Lucas, If you lay a finger on me, you will…” “Arghhh!!!” Scorpion Guardian let out a heart-wrenching scream. Hattie covered her ears right away. Hearing screams like that made her scalp tingle. Whenever Rank 3 Zombies bit people, the zombification process would take place extremely fast. What more, when two Rank 3 Zombies bit someone.

"They have orbital sensors, Santino. They’ll see the heat signatures of the Battalion." "Then don't take the Battalion," Santino replied. He reached into a drawer and pulled out a small, heavy lead box. "This is a passive scrambler. It’s old tech—Soviet era—but it’ll give you a twenty-minute window where your biometrics won't show up on the satellites. It creates a localized dead zone." He handed the box to Luciano, his eyes grave. "Use it wisely, boy. Because once that window closes, the city belongs to the ghosts. And Vesper doesn't miss twice."

Bidding her friends, she walked out and reach the main gate where Scarlet was leaning against the SUV car, with her hand scrolling the cell phone. Donned in tight fitted black jeans pant and black shirt hugging her curves. Her shades, hiding wherever, she was looking keenly. It’s a facade to distract enemy. Actually, her black aviator shade has laser power and can easily scan if anyone carrying any harmful weapons. Even a pocket knife gets detected under those glasses. “Is he back?” Once reaching near Scarlet, Ana asked. Scarlet didn’t reply instantly instead opened the door of the car and Ana slides inside. “Not, yet.” She answered closing the door after sitting beside Ana.

On our eighth anniversary, my boyfriend, Liam Daniels, dragged me along to plan his marriage proposal. That exact morning, my pregnancy test came back positive. Outwardly, I teased him for ruining the surprise. Privately, I called everyone I knew to brag. My parents wept over the phone, saying time flew by too fast. My best friend, Mia Kyle, promised to beat him up if he ever stepped out of line. Even my older sister, Sarah Davis, choked up, swearing she would be there no matter how busy work got. On the big night, I wore the white dress Liam bought me. When I stepped into the venue, I realized the proposal had been transformed into a full wedding reception. I watched Liam Daniels

seeds. "The 'Friction' doesn't have to be violent," Ethan said, his "Piercing Blue Eyes" locking onto the leader of the scavengers—a woman with "Raw Vulnerability" etched into her scarred face. "I need 'Crossover' access to the bridge. You need 'System-Stabilizers' for your camp. This is a 'Neutral-Trade'." The woman looked at the seeds—the "Source-Code" of a future that didn't require a "Gilded Cage." The tension in the air, the "High-Frequency" threat of a fight, slowly "De-materialized."

“He doesn't know we’re here yet. We must act fast before he does. His trap won't capture us—not today. She reached into her kit, pulling out the sonic scrambler. She set the frequency to a low, disorienting pulse, designed to temporarily disable any hidden microphones or motion sensors. “Get ready, we're going in on my count,” she whispered. “Three. Two. One.” She hit the scrambler hard against the wall. A high-pitched, almost inaudible wail consumed the scene. Michael kicked the door open, and the heavy oak door slammed against the wall with a deafening sound.

While I was busy handling various work tasks, I suddenly received a new email in my inbox, sent by Carl, Mike’s assistant. I paused for a moment, feeling a bit puzzled, and opened the email. The beginning read, "Madam, I don't know if you'll be able to see this email. Over the past days, I’ve tried every possible way to contact you, but all my efforts have been in vain. I was thinking, since you’ve canceled your identity, you must no longer be in the country." As I continued reading, my heart skipped a beat. "You don’t know, but Mr. Ashton has been nearly driven mad these days."

Scarlett’s POV I stepped into the dining area, finding Lucian waiting at the table, alone. Stasia was truly gone, just as he’d promised. I felt a strange mix of relief and pressure all at once. “You look good,” he said, his voice warm and genuine. My heart betrayed me, leaping at the simple compliment, though I forced myself to remain neutral, trying to keep my emotions in check. But the mate bond’s pull was undeniable, and the longer I stayed with him and the others, the more it felt like a force working on its own, beyond my control. Last night, I’d slept deeply, wrapped in Lucian’s scent, that rich pinewood I was now learning to crave. I knew each of their scents by heart—Maxwell’s was ea

“Wish you could see him, Bran. He’s fucking beautiful.” He raised his eyebrows, not sure it was wise to voice his doubts about how pretty the scavenger that had almost killed him could look. “Fran beautiful.” But it was still him, so he resorted to his unique sense of humor and folded his arms, chin up, the Haunter Supreme in all his glory. “Watch your mouth, scavenger. She’s my girl.” “My Fran.” I couldn’t hold back the laughter any longer. “Enough, you two. Hey, Brett, can you open a door for me, so I don’t need to crawl through the window again?”