The Shy Guy Scp Novels & Stories

SHELLY “I’m so sorry for your loss, I couldn't come immediately I heard of the sad news, you know I can't just opt and leave for Scorpio Villa...” He pauses. The cap of his hoodie is off his head, his mask is lifted upwards so it rests on his hair and his face is bare before me.

She gulped clenching her fists into balls as she determined to escape from them. "Hey, look we got a chick here." one of the them with scar on his face smirked evilly. She took a few steps back as they kept approaching her. She kept backing away from them but got bumped into another. So there are totally six of them. Beads of sweat were forming on her forehead and she kept silent. What if they do something if she shouts for help. It felt like she doesn't have a voice to speak. She's that scared.

“I mean, my height is more than perfect for a woman, don't you think so? Besides, does it really have anything to do with the reason I'm here?” Right… Now, I feel relieved. He frowned, but I didn't give a fuck. “You seem like an interesting young lady,” Another one said… Scott Hughes. Twenty-one, one of the team's defensemen... and a freak. Rumour had it that he's really crazy and has a messed up personality, and women love him for that. His eyes swept over me, a flirtatious smile lingering on his face. “Your fashion sense is quite weird and funny,” They all laughed... except Levi.

Scott thought. T.B.C

“Here.” The guy took the puppy that immediately snuggled into his shirt. The guy sighed. “Shoru. Are you okay?” The puppy only whined. It had stopped crying, but it still looked in shock. The guy held her tight and let her be bundled by the blue scarf. “It’s okay… I’m here…” The guy whispered while patting the pup softly. “I think she’s in shock. You should keep her close, or leave her at home. The wind can get her traumatic after this.” The young man said.

Damien was more laid back for his payment to do his set. “I cannot wait to hear the legend about the Shifters of Cyprus. I heard it was amazing from one of my friends who had attended this comic set before,” one of the chicks said as she was talking with her friends. Zack strained his ears, using his acute hearing to listen to the information that was floating around as he was making his way to his table. He was not going to lie about his enhanced genetics—it was awesome to spy on people without them knowing it.

"Brooke- she- g-gun-" "Shut up," Tai said and got into the drivers seat. She started the car and sped off into the night. "I know what you've just experienced is frightening, but I'm sure Brooke is going through worse than you. You need to man the fuck up, and tell me exactly what happened. Who was that guy?" "I..." Sasha's breaths came out in short gasps. "He... he was dead. He- that's not possible-" "Hey, um... Shit, what's your name?" Tai said. She knew this girl was one of Brooke's friends, but she hadn't met her properly.

On Halloween night, 1975,a handsome stranger walked into the El Camaroncito Nite Club off Old Highway 90,near San Antonio. He was a brilliant dancer and even the shyest girl in the room couldn't resist his request for a turn around the floor. One partner was almost in a trance as she whirled and spun with the man,and the crowd watched, enraptured. Suddenly his partner cried out in terror:'Your feet!Your feet!' She screamed, and tore herself from his tight embrace.

Emily announced proudly, peering over William's shoulder, clearly oblivious to his discomfort. "It's Sekhmet?" William asked her. "You're sure? This is very important. Are you sure?" She gave him a puzzled look. With her eyebrows raised, she gave the air another small sniff to double-check her findings. "It's him," she confirmed. "I'd offer you a secret handshake or password if we had one," Sekhmet said lightly as he continued toward them with deliberate slowness; his arms held out to either side of him in a classic pose of surrender. "But since we don't, you'll have to take my word for it. I'm me. Scout's honor. I know you can't smell me, but there's a reason for it."

They both waits for her reply, but she keeps quiet and none of them question her any further. After some minutes in silence Scott stand up from his seat and informed Gordon, “I am going to grab a beer, you want one.” “No mate I am good.” He answers. Once he is gone, Sharon mutters “It because I have never known what it is to be happy.” Her words are inaudible but his lycan’s ears heard her.