The Shy Guy Scp Novels & Stories

one of them said and they showed me their badges. "Ok,but why the sudden visit officers" I asked "We would like to talk to you inside, do you mind if we come in" they asked, I paved way and they went in. "Um sit this is my boyfriend Jack" I introduced Jack to them. "FBI " the one who I think is Chad shook Jack hand "So why did the FBI suddenly show up at my doorstep today" I asked ☆ ☆ ☆ "Wow so Justin I mean Antonio is a serial killer" I asked unbelievably. Chad just explained the full secret behind Justin or should I say Antonio.

Sophia’s POV The safehouse is a sleek, modern penthouse tucked away in a quiet corner of Manhattan, its floor-to-ceiling windows offering a breathtaking view of the city skyline. The lights of New York twinkle like stars against the night, but inside, the air is thick with tension and unspoken desire. Julian closes the door behind us, the soft click echoing in the dimly lit space. My heart pounds not just from the fear of Lucas’s text, but from the way Julian’s presence fills the room, commanding and electric.

Shane deliberately continues while laughing along with the men, as if this topic had come to them between Shyra. "Though I did suggest she tries out OnlyFans, she insists on becoming a prostitute" Some of Shane's friends eyed at Shyra in disgust and some gave Shane a look of awe. "You must have your ego in shatters, knowing your wife isn't satisfied with only one" A young man across from me says in a pity. Shane chuckled at his remark, "No, not at all-" I look at him in disgust "She says she would do it with people I trust" which the men replied with a nod. Shyra

Shane clenched his hand into a fist and stormed out. ... A few minutes earlier, Shane finally steps inside the waiting room, but the moment he steps in he got bumped into someone. That guy looks at him and quickly apologized, he was wearing a large hood covering all his face. Shane just ignored him and sat down. He sat beside him and smiled but he ignored him again, Soon the secretary walks in, he remembered that his father told him to directly talk with his mother's secretary so that there would be no chances for any scandal. He quickly got up and walk towards her but before he could say anything again that same large hood guy starts talking to her.

“Well… I mean… people talk.” Paulo didn’t respond. Lewis crosses his arms defensively. “I swear, I didn’t know it was him.” Before Paulo could reply, another man walks in and stops at the doorway. He was wearing a plain black shirt and moves with quiet confidence. “Paulo,” the man said. Paulo turns toward him. “What?” “Madam Stygian is awake,” the man answered. Paulo’s expression changes slightly. “That's good news,” he said to the man.

Ian stood there and took a swig from his bottle. Scott’s jaw tightened. “Like I said. You’re intruding.” “Intruding?” Ian lifted a finger toward Scott. “This is my city. You’re the impostor.” “Is there a problem, old friend?” Scott glanced to the side. The voice belonged to a short man in a two-piece safari suit, slides on his feet, smoking a cigar. Dressed like that in a club. Either the owner or insane. Maybe both. “Zino!” Ian’s voice rang with false cheer.

But Shane’s scent was here, clear as day. Shane spotted the rebels clan out near the edge of the village, looking across the pack. Shane only had two helpers backing him up, and with an attack force of only three, it stood to reason that he would be trying to go straight for the jugular by taking out the alpha. Moments later, Scar located Shane and his goons, creeping along on four legs downwind of the rebels, slowly advancing on to their direction , their tails twitching in impending attack.

If they did, places like this would be burned to the ground. Of course, that doesn’t mean that there aren’t supes that help the hunters. Whether it’s because they are crazy or because they are trying to save someone they love, there are supes that infiltrate different places and provide the hunters with a way in to capture and imprison us before forcing us into the fighting ring. I reach over and grab my food, snarling at the guy next to me. “What are you, anyway? Some kind of scavenger?” I ask him. He’s lanky and unkempt. He looks like a coyote shifter.

What's wrong with Shin? * To Be Continued *

“Great. Two of us knocked up while the mafia’s under attack. Sounds like a twisted reality show.” I wanted to laugh. I really did. But my stomach churned and not just from pregnancy hormones. Where was Michal? Where was Sebastian? I looked toward the security monitors again. Static. Still. Faint flickers like something was interfering. Every screen blurred and shook slightly, as if something or someone was jamming the signal. Shelly followed my gaze and stood, walking to the monitors with her arms crossed tight over her chest. “I don’t like this,” she said. “Neither do I.”