Springtrap Finale Novels & Stories

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.

Jace looked at me, eyes steady. “Don’t worry. What I lost ten years ago, I’ll win back today.” Since he had made up his mind, I stopped trying to persuade him. Ignoring the strange, pained look Leon was giving me, I stepped aside and gave them the stage. They chose to compete with identical techniques at the same time. Each stood on a separate platform, judged by officials on both sides. In the end, the audience, experienced enough to judge, would vote for the winner. From the start, Leon’s movements were sharp and aggressive.

Still, it doesn’t feel like a coincidence. Kai gestures at the trap again. “In any case, you’re right about one thing. The trap … It’s unique. Look here.” He points to thick, broken springs near the base. When I ripped the trap out of the ground, they must have snapped under the strain. “What am I looking at?” “The mechanism. Traps like this store energy in the springs. Step on the trigger, the springs release, and the jaws snap shut. But these aren’t normal. They’re made of the same metal as the teeth.” He taps one with a fingernail. “Bigger, too.”

Her nose skimmed my neck, and I shivered, bile rising in my throat. Her expression shifted in an instant. From smug to murderous. SLAP. The sound cracked like thunder. My head whipped to the side, cheek blazing with fire. The puppy yelped as my grip faltered, but I clutched it tighter, gasping. “You smell like him,” Marissa hissed at my face. Her voice was low, venomous. “Like my fiancé.” I blinked, stunned at her words, my voice failing me. “…Fiancé?”

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!"

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.

"She's not your girlfriend? I'm warning you—don't play games with me! Final price: three million! You have three days to deliver it, or I'll kill her!" The masked man roared viciously as he struck Sue again with the electric baton. Blood stained her face, her features twisted in agony as she screamed miserably. Yet even then, she still cried desperately toward the camera, "Ryan! I know you're only saying this to lower the ransom! Look, he already agreed! Just give them the money already! It's only three million! That's nothing to you! We promised we'd get married after the New Year! I'll stay by your side for the rest of my life!"

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.