The Shy Guy Scp Novels & Stories

Mortified that I have been eye fucking him without even being discreet. “I’m sorry. Yes please get dressed. There’s a coffee shop only a few minutes' walk from here. We can get caffeinated and I can show you the station” I reply, not really knowing what else to say. We walk for ten minutes in silence, stopping at the cafe for coffee, I ask him to wait a moment while I run back in to order a breakfast roll and coffee when I spot Scott setting up in his spot. Scott’s a homeless man, he had been in the army and was unable to adapt to civilian life. He’s chosen life on the streets. He’s a really nice guy, I’ve often sat and had a coffee with him and always make sure to order extra.

I giggle,"Maeve uses my shampoo all the time and she thinks I don't notice. She's my friend so I don't mind sharing. It would have been different if she was somebody else," Moments later we are pulling up in front of an apartment. As we step out, I take in the cool air and stare at the building. It has two floors I think. Scott grabs our take out and he leads the way. He lives on the first floor. At the door, he pulls out his keys and unlocks the door. "Welcome to my crib Kyrah. This... is my safe haven. You can come visit any time and any day," he says and lets me walk in first.

he growls at me, a wolf and one that's mostly insane, having signs of vampires on them, it's Theo. "You're Theo," I say finally finding out who the guy is. 'Scott report,' Lion yells through the radio, I never ignore him, I usually answer right away, but Theo won't allow me to use it. "And you bitch have stolen my place," he says, yelling at me. "And now you're here to kill me?" I ask him, trying to get him to talk, giving myself a chance to get away from here, to survive.

"You've got the wrong girl! I deliver food. If I had something like that, I'd be long gone from this gig!" The guy named Darren finally spoke, voice sharp. "Still playing dumb?" He crouched, tapping my cheek with the flat of a cold dagger. "We've been watching you three days. That busted scooter blows past every domain wall. Don't push me—I'm not in the mood." Panic surged. My eyes burned. My only real secret? I'm not even an NPC. But saying that out loud? Instant autopsy. He caught the fear and snapped. From his coat, he pulled a squirming, eyeball-looking item. Pure nightmare fuel.

And then… the sound of hands clapping. I blink, lifting my head just enough to see people...dozens of faces watching from the shadows. Some of them are smirking, some in awe. While some are hungry for more. The Madam stands near the entrance, arms crossed, lips curved in approval as she claps slowly. Heat floods my cheeks, and the realisation hits me. They saw everything. Every scream, every shake, every orgasm. And I let them. Shaggy steps forward with his shirt gone now. His body is carved like sin and sweat. His eyes are fixed on me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever ruined.

I feel so shy I quickly dress up before he came out He came out from the bathroom and he has also dress up Go and clean up; I said stretching his hands towards me OMG! I feel so shy I stared down and placed my hands on his Suddenly, the door opened OMG! Its Kelly He stared at us suspiciously Why can't you knock before entering? Scott asked Im so sorry for that but I had to; He said You have to? I asked Yeah, did you guys have s*x? He asked squeezing his face What? How did he know? I thought . . This is getting hot🔥🔥 . . To be continued

David patted Colby’s shoulder and reassured him. After this, David pulled out his phone and sent a message mentioning all the members in the SCC group chat. David (core): [All members around Shu City in South River Province report to Shu City immediately.] Soon, a few members replied. [Yes, Sir! ETA one hour!] [Yes, Sir! ETA one and a half hours!] [Yes, Sir! ETA two hours!] As an SCC core member, David was in a high enough position to be called “Sir”, and no one ignored his message.

’ Khalil thought. He entered the Crib and took a second to admire Big Trey’s Red Jordan sneakers, Rolex watch, diamond studs on both ears, golden dog chain around his neck and rings with different gems on his fingers. “Who was that?” Big Trey asked. “A white woman who was looking for her friend’s apartment.” “That is bullshit! No one has lived in this building for over a year. She’s a cop who came to check this place out, or worst, a spy from the Italian mafia.”

Staring after the woman as she turned slowly. Only as Sandra began to shrink from the doorframe did Blue collapse into a small, orange heap. Cheek throbbing where it had been clawed at by glass. Warm as she surrendered to silent tears. Throat swollen shut. Stomach seized tense with muffled sobs. And as she yelled, she screamed the words with the savage call she’d thus far done well to quiet. “You lot and your fucking money!” —

He message me on I*******m. S8: Sent a photo. I quickly click the photo he send. I almost trip of what I've seen. It's me sleeping on the library. Urgh... This asshole. How can he took picture of me looking like a corpse. I'm on the table with my glasses on and half dead ass on my math homework sleeping. Right, he's on my side that day. Studying and I can't even focus because every side there's always girls looking at us. They are not studying mathematics or science but they are studying Shawn. After that incident, I never studied with him.