Springtrap Finale Novels & Stories

I fall into his trap! ******************************

April shouted as Henry quickly lost his footing due to my force and they both went down into the water, a whole lot easier than I assumed it would have been. "And the winners are, Tyler and Savannah!" I gave Tyler a short high-five as Harvey announced it. However, Valentina was already climbing onto Tom's shoulders, preparing themselves to beat us. And although I wanted to be confident in knowing that we were going to win, I would never doubt Valentina's ability to knock me down in this game.

Killian cocked an eyebrow, sitting down on the sofa gracefully with a leisure posture, waiting for a chance to get close to the basement door. "It's sealed, of course," Sarah tried to maintain her calm, "I can't break it, but you are more powerful." "Interesting," Killian curved his lips, "show me." "I'll be right back!" Sarah hurried upstairs, and Killian rose his cane and shoot a beam of ocean blue spell at the basement door. Red waves spread across the door and Killian let out a cold sneer. "What are you doing?" Sarah came back with a wooden box in her hand, her eyes traveling to the basement door nervously.

That is his way of life. "That’s Carter Horaze Villaraza." Sancha said this while secretly pointing to a man next to Zeeve. He appears to be cold and intimidating! His hair was neatly cut, and his defined cheekbones and concrete jaw stood out while he chewed his food. “Auxel Ryder Gallego.” My gaze was drawn to the other guy next to Carter; he looks so fine with his scythe-shaped brows and sea rover-blue eyes that are noticeable even from a distance.

The Marking ceremony was about to begin. My short, calm call kept replaying in Connor's mind, and that nagging unease grew stronger. Just as he was about to leave to "pick me up," Marcus burst in, looking frantic, clutching the now-dull pack talisman I'd mailed back. "It's bad! Connor! That talisman you gave Aria, she sent it back! And… it looks like Aria found out about the footage too!" "She left on a long-haul flight early this morning! But… but that flight, it was just reported… it ran into an energy storm mid-flight… it crashed… went down!"

"…In court, admit everything. Admit that wanting the cherries was step one of the plan." "That will ruin me completely," she said, releasing my hand, panic in her eyes. "You were already ruined," I said. "From the moment you took that sixty thousand." She walked away. Her steps floated, like treading on cotton. I opened a cherry box and popped one in my mouth. It tasted sweet, overwhelmingly sweet—like syrup poured down my throat. My phone buzzed. (Lawyer) Bobby: [Sean's account traced. Three months ago, five thousand went in from an offshore shell company. Final account leads to a relative of a Midea Tech executive.]

And that smile only grew wider. “Cassie. Looks like the crocodiles are getting lucky tonight.” The next second— A cold gun barrel pressed directly against my temple. Slowly, I lifted my eyes and looked around the casino one last time. So many people. Yet not a single one…was my family. Don looked at me. His eyes were impossibly deep, unreadable. “Cassie Vaughn.” “You may say your last words now.” I closed my eyes. Then— I smiled.

Yet, even at the moment of my death, I was still praying for Sue's safety. The compound leader saw this and let out a mocking laugh. With a cruel grin, he initiated a video call. "Ey, Ms. Sanford," he sneered, "your boyfriend sure loves you. Should we let him go?" I stared blankly at the screen. On the other end, Sue was completely unharmed. Leo—the boy I had sponsored for years—was holding her in his arms. She looked at me with utter disdain. "He's so filthy. Why would I want him back?" she said coldly. "I'm tired of playing with him. He's useless now, so just get rid of him. If anyone's to blame, it's him for being stupid."

Couples are dancing, some people are drinking champagne and some of them are just talking. They seemed to be enjoying their nights. But for me? I was just here at the table looking at the champagne glass. I wonder if I will escape or will I escape here? I mean I hate this kind of event. It’s my father and his mistress’ wedding anniversary. Well, she is not hooked because they are married. But I chose to call her that. She is nothing but a slut to my eyes. She didn’t just ruin my family, she also ruined my trust in my father.

Storm "I am only going to say this once, so all of you fuckers had better listen. I mean it, every single one of you. Even if Winter, Leon, Finn, and I have to tag-team it and fight our way through every member of this pack and have bodies piling up left, right and centre. I can firmly assure you, one way or another Finn and Leon will be the Alpha’s of this pack by sundown. Or at least what would be left of this pack anyway, because if anyone has earned the right to go on a killing spree through this fucked up pack… it is me! And rest assured if I start fighting any of you, those two will be right in the thick of it, so good luck with that,” I said, pointing to Doyle and Sean.