Slappy #goosebumps Novels & Stories

Luke breaths out, his head turning to face me. I turn to face him. Our eyes are staring deeply into each other. My breathing has now become short puffs. "It's fine. I'm sorry I slapped you." I apologize. His stare is piercing and my mind is clouded, unable to focus on anything but him. His heated eyes fall down to my lips and he deliberately grazes his fingers against my own. And it's like a sudden pull as he hovers over me in a swift move. His lips hungrily capture mine.

she pleaded as she tried to send waves of distress calls to her wolf. ‘Oh moon goddess, help me please.’ Curling into a ball as she wrapped her legs with her arms and closed all her senses. ‘I need to try harder.’ “Meiko” “Zane” felt a light tug on her arm, Zane grunted and pushed the hand away. “Zane, wake up, it's time for you to prepare, the other packs had arrived at the hotel.” a familiar voice sounded. “Zane, come on. It’s your birthday you twat!” feeling the stinging pain on her butt cheeks, Zane woke up while catching her breath with her face full of sweat.

Slava Bogu - Thank God Ya tyebya lyublyu - I love you Za uspekh - To success Zaichonok - little rabbit (Male) Zayka - little rabbit (Female) Zdravstvuyte - hello (formal) Note: Russians are big on diminutive names they have a name they use in formal settings; one they use amongst friends and sometimes ones that are reserved for their lovers Name: Aleksander Diminutive (nickname): Sasha Pejorative: Sashka Endearing: Sashulya

I smirk. "Ooh...I love where this is going," Dash said as he rubs his palms together like he is planning something evil with a smirk. "I'll wipe that smirk off your face now, idiot!" Willow complains to her mate as she flicks his forehead with her thumb. "Ow!" He rubs his forehead with a pained look. "But I look sexy with it," he says in a whiny voice. "No..more like a constipated kitten." She rolls her eyes while the rest of us laugh at the expression on Dash's face.

I reached out for one piece careful for it not to pierce me. "Stand up" he hiss out. Looking up surprised his angry and change in emotions confused me without a doubt. Slowing rising up unsure if it was the right thing. I stood at arms length, he doesn't speak again and storms off. Yet again for the third time I stare at this retreating back. Another servants comes seconds later with a broom and packer. Within minutes i am leaving the hall, walking down the corrido leaving the noisy area. Claiming up the the flight of stairs am on autopilot adrift, the Dull sting of the slap lessened. When I reach the top, a loud bawl like an mad cry, makes me turn and stand still.

Goosebumps appear on my skin and disgust fills me up. I can’t do this, I can’t let him keep touching me like that. My skin crawls with disgust, as I feel his hand on my lower stomach. I hold back the urge to vomit as I begin to struggle to get out of the chair. I attempt to force my hand out of the ropes. Right now I don’t care if my waist gets bruised or not, all I care about is getting my hands free so I can punch the hell out of this son of a bitch. He smirks at my struggle and uses his thumb to crease my cheek.

She had done her makeup perfectly that night, and the water sent it streaking down her cheeks. She sputtered and coughed. "What the hell? Are you insane?" "Oh my God." I mimicked her tone. "With all that fake lash glue, foundation, lipstick, and whatever that eyeshadow is supposed to be, I'd say you're the one who looks like a clown." I turned to leave, but a few of the boys stepped in to block my path. Sally walked over and took the glass out of my hand. "Gia, apologize."

she stuttered breathlessly "i think id like to take you up on your offer" she smiles coyly at me "im ggiving myself to you..... freely" and its nearly my undoing, i scoop her up in my arms and near run back to her room, i kick the door shut behind us and stand her in the middle of floor, shes trembling, "Are you cold little one?" "NO, no im just, i kinda used my bravado telling you i want you too. Im nervous i guess"

And when he looked up, our gazes locked; my lips parted. “Oh my Goddess!” I actually said it out loud, yet it had a different meaning this time. I instantly recognized that it was Luke! Lucy’s boyfriend. I had been ogling my best friend’s boyfriend! Both our faces reddened in recognition. And just like that, Luke quickly shifted. He was a huge wolf with gray, black, and brown fur on top and white fur on his bottom half. I was stunned and beyond embarrassed. Before I had a chance to look away in shame, he glanced at me for a moment, then used his mouth to pick up his shorts from the ground and broke into a run, heading back through the woods from where I had come.

Footsteps approached me and I slowly blinked open my eyes and saw two figures coming towards me. I forced my body to get up and get ready to defend but fell again panting and whimpering and in pain. "Well, well…well. Look what I found today, Roe. What do you think it is?" The female with silver hair said, crouching low to my level and cautiously touching my snout with her toe.. A growl tore through my mouth and she pulled her foot back with a startled gasp. "It growls! It has four limbs," Another female with similar hair, Roe, counted on her fingers. "It has sharp teeth, hasn't it?" She raised her brow.