Springtrap X Foxy Mga Nobela at Kwento

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?”