Sneak 100 Novels & Stories

“We’ve gotta get closer. A little cold water won’t hurt you.” We all splash forward. Everyone’s eyes are fixed on the three mermaids, bobbing in the surf. I doubt anyone is noticing the cold very much. “Wow!” Sneak says when we draw within about ten feet of the mermaids. “Topless mermaids! Leah, you left out the best part.” “Shush,” my mom says to him, casting a withering look upon him. “Sorry,” Sneak says sheepishly. He drops his gaze down toward the water in front of him, but only for a moment.

‘Don’t get any ideas or—’ The Sleeper lunged forward suddenly and quickly, so fast Jackson barely had time to fire. He too aimed for the shoulder, and though the bullet did seem to slow the man down for a moment, he kept on coming. Jackson’s bullet to the thigh did little, either, so he turned and began pushing Bridget, getting her to move. To run. She was already doing that, though; actually dragging Jackson along before the Sleeper could reach them.

she commented, still unconscious while using herself. Snaedis emerged in the sky above the city. Her physical appearance grew more distinct and distinct from the human reincarnation Sara she had been. Sophia was taken aback by the yellowish, dirty white outfit Snaedis was wearing, as well as the glistening golden flowers that were floating about her. Hanaele even complimented her on her ability to throw not just water, but also the power of the earth, prosperity, and fire, as well as other elements. As a result of Hanaele's push away from Cassius, Cassius began to progressively fade away from his whole body. As he glanced down, tears began to stream down his cheeks from his eyes.

Moss knew what Blanche could do, of course, because of the others' insecurity on her becoming the youngest special, it's given that they made thorough research about her, and Moss was devastated when he read the results of their investigation. It was like knowing a fellow in your community died cruelly, her body was decomposed on the nearest sewer with her eyes wide open. The morbid, sweet, fiendish smell of rotting flesh was all around the area, which makes everyone curious. They were all prepared to hit their trident spikes on her just to know her story, but Blanche was a closed book, because of the power that was given to her, she became harder and harder to read every time. "Listen, the

It’s not locked, but it'll buy me a few seconds. Catch me if you can, I taunt through the link. All I hear back is a growl. My apartment is massive—ten rooms with interconnecting doors, befitting a future alpha. I won’t be able to run for long, but I can taunt him. Get his blood pumping. Drive him wild. I move lightly, silently. He won’t be able to follow my scent—it’s everywhere in here. He’ll have to use his ears, his instincts. I strip off my top as I run, leaving it behind like a breadcrumb. Something he won’t be able to ignore.

It feels as though my boots are actively stepping straight into a massive, calculated snare. I return to the interior of my transport sled. I unlock my slate interface and command the network to target Adrian’s personal frequency code.

he blabber. "Yeah. is that a problem?" she asked. He nod negatively, too quickly. He was becoming sweaty. Stella wanted to follow him to Jenifer's place?. Oh no! ~ "If a creeper comes at you in the subway, you KICK, KICK him like this" As the instructor simulated a kicking motion. Marcus enters into the class.

She blushed slightly as I chuckle, "Let's go." With that, I contacted Vanessa and told her about the incident, and ask her to clean it up. I get back to bask and ask Tweedledum to handle the rest. Just when I thought I could rest, my phone pops up with Rael's name. "A new mission, do it alone. Assassinate Broke Tena, A potential hitman that's recruited by Grey Howl. Finish it by midnight." I curse after reading that and harshly ruffle my hair in frustration. I squat down for a few seconds before I sigh and get up to change. The sooner I finish this the better, I thought. I open my secret cabinet in my walk-in closet and prepare my sniper. I change into an all-black bodysuit and wore my comba

My heels sank into the dirt, every step clumsy. The kids cracked up. The girl with those eyes walked up to me. "Are you from the city? Need help carrying something?" I slipped off my heels and stepped onto the ridge beside her. "I'm looking for you. What's your name? How old are you?" "Emma Miller. Six." I spotted the mole under her eye—same as mine. My vision blurred. "We're going to Wade Miller's house. Is that your home?" Wade Miller was the guy Sasha sold the kid to.

She hated how her thighs clenched together, how slick was already sliding between them, her heat demanding, begging. Evren crossed the space in a blur. He sniffed at her neck, exhaling a hot breath across her pulse. “You’re ripe, little moon.” His tongue darted out, tasting her sweat. “You’re suffering.” “We can ease it,” Dren said, already tossing his shirt aside. “You just have to beg.” Silviya’s breath hitched as Dren pulled something from the satchel at his waist, a smooth obsidian toy etched with runes. A pulse of power came off it, and her body reacted instantly.