Springtrap Finale Novels & Stories

"You've been gone so long. I've missed you. Let's see if you've gotten any better." Elaine caught his hand, forcing a seductive smile. "Colton, how about something more thrilling? Let's do it in the back garden." His eyes lit up with interest. "What kind of excitement are we talking about?" A sly grin spread across her face. "You'll see. Trust me." Colton, blinded by lust, agreed. They stumbled outside, finding themselves among the flowers by the big tree. Just when the situation made my stomach churn, Elaine suddenly reached into the bushes and pulled out a shovel.

After all, from switching the eggs to trying to seize control and push me out, he was clearly in the wrong. While Zayn retreated into sullen silence, Yvonne could not help herself and asked, "Zayn, what do we do? This bitch has planned everything 18 years ago!" "Shut up," Zayn snapped through gritted teeth, panic rising in his chest. After years at the top, he finally realized he was trapped like a rat in a cage. Nonetheless, I was not finished with him yet. The reporters and livestream audience eagerly waited as I took the microphone.

If it weren't for me, Andy wouldn't have to sleep in parks or contract such a terrible illness… But then again, why was Andy hanging out with them? Sunny then sent me another text: [Don't you want the truth? Check out this livestream and you'll understand.] I stared at the link I didn't recognize, but quickly tapped on it with a trembling finger before I knew it. [Welcome to the World of Pranks! Our current prankster is Andy Lawson, and his victim is Jane Smith!] There was a small line underneath: [One month left!]

I gave him one final opportunity to speak. "If there is anything else you wish to say before judgment is passed, now is the time." The square remained silent as everyone waited. Drahzar simply shrugged his shoulders, the movement careless and almost dismissive. The heavy metal cuffs around his wrists clinked together as he moved. He looked out at the massive crowd one last time and then brought his eyes back to mine, completely empty of fear. "No, I don't have any last words," he replied smoothly. I took a deep breath, preparing to pass the final sentence that would end his life and close this dark chapter for good.

he exclaimed as he emerged from the darkness. When he heard a loud voice shouting from above, Eric glanced towards him and looked perplexed for a single second. Aiden sprang at him, seizing the rifle, as he tilted his face forwards. Eric had no choice except to let go of Sydney and fight Aiden. Detective Conan dashed down the stairs, hoping to get a shot at Eric, but the two guys were fighting viciously.

This is the last offer. Kael, Draven, and I stared at the screen together. The timer kept counting. The second drop was still live. Elias had not found it. And the man who controlled the code was finished waiting.

The assistant left at once. Less than four hours later, he returned with several bodyguards. Charles was restrained between them, his hair messy and his appearance disheveled. “Ethan, what right do you have to kidnap me?” Charles struggled angrily, though panic flickered in his eyes. “I am going to sue you for unlawful detention.” Ethan sat behind his desk and stared at him coldly. “Sue me?” Ethan let out a mocking laugh. “Charles, you and Olivia worked together to drain the Ferguson Group dry. You even planned to kill me. And you think you still have the chance to sue me?”

“This is your last chance. Screw up again, and it’s over.” Freddie smirks, taking a long drag from his cigarette with weeds. “Yeah, it’s risky, but we can pull it off. We play our cards right, get you close to Travis, and then we have everything we need. You can go back to living the high life, and we can all profit.” Spring feels a twisted sense of hope stir within her. It’s dangerous, but it could work. “Fine,” she says, her voice cold and calculating. “But we do it my way. No more screw-ups.”

“Oh my God, you’re Max Gray! Like, actually Max Gray. I mean, we saw you that night at Twister, but this is wild.” Poppy wanted to sink into the floor. Max gave Sophie a charming half-smile, but his eyes kept drifting back to her. Trent stood, offering a handshake. “Dude, I loved Final Stand. That ending was brutal.” “Thanks,” Max said, distracted. April was moving too, standing now, but Poppy didn’t register much else. She was still stuck. Trapped in a moment, she didn’t ask for and couldn’t escape. Her mind blanked. What should she do?

The man forced me back into the basement. With a thud, I landed on the ground. Then, screams sounded from behind me. I took off the sack on my head. As soon as my vision cleared, I saw the man with the slanted eyes grabbing some of the young women. The young women screamed. Their expressions twisted with fear as they tried to struggle away from him. The man spat on the ground and kicked at the woman who had been fighting the hardest. She cried out in pain and flew back several feet before hitting the wall and collapsing.