Timon Screaming Novels & Stories

"And now... that truth is haunting his mind." Ton's condition worsened. He screamed continuously, trying to destroy the phone in his hand. He slammed the phone on the floor wildly until it shattered into pieces, but the images of the shadows and strange creatures were still burned into his eyes! He screamed repeatedly, "They're coming! They're coming for me!"

“STOP SCREAMING!” My eyes finally registered what I was seeing. Timothy. Timothy was in my bed. Had been UNDER my covers. And this idiot was grinning at me with his arms stretched wide like this was the best surprise he had ever pulled and I screamed again. Louder this time. “WHAT THE HELL, TIM?” The words burst out between gasps for air, my heart still hammering against my ribs. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack? And—and—and—”

His heart skipped a beat, but he maintained a calm face, pretending not to hear anything. But the people from the base were not fools. The basement was quiet, so they had all heard the scream. "Who is it?" The leader shot a gloomy look at Tony. If he had heard it right, a woman had screamed. Hearing the question, Tony pretended to be puzzled and asked, "What do you mean?" Hearing this, the leader showed a gloomier face and warned, "Stop playing the fool! Tell me who screamed just now!" Then, he said to the other inspectors, "Search this basement to see if there is a secret passage."

I hadn’t even realized Timothy had been catching up the whole time, though I was sure that was Mia’s plan. Monica’s demeanor shifted abruptly as she spotted Timothy. Without warning, she started screaming, her voice piercing through the gathering.

Tony imitated Steve Irwin from The Crocodile Hunter. "Shut d-a fuck up, dude! Yer so much sometimes! Too mu-uuuch! Ahah-aha!" He rubbed his face with both hands. "Bitch! Who you callin' dicksucker?!" Dillon couldn't help but add. "You! Are you not my little cocksucker? Now, I need'a nap after this mornin's festivities. You can do whatever, but I'mma just sleep here." He yawned and closed his eyes as he reached for the second blanket at the bottom of the bed.

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Tim licked his lips, leaving behind a trace of saliva on his soft flesh. "Disgusting." "WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?!" "Mortals are so pitiable. Even their hearings are weak." He clicked his tongue in annoyance. His face and voice remained stern despite the threatening voice coming from Tim's lips. "Now, servants, I'll give you three seconds. Either you scurry out of here on your own feet, or I'll have you flying out." "Hey, do you guys even understand what he's saying?" Tim frowned and turned to ask his gang, only to receive either a no or a headshake.

He whispered; "You are a Morano, Toretto, so act like it!" He smiled. "Be downstairs in five minutes!" He said loudly which startled me. I sat back to remember that day, the sound of women and children crying, screaming for help. I echoed until I tried to ignore it. It's over now. I changed my shirt and joined the meeting. There was that horrible laugh again. It sounded like a trumpet and an elephant trunk sound. It was supposed to be harmonius but it isn't.

I whimpered, hoping Tony would still believe me if I gave a convincing act, "No, you're lying to me!" Tony shouted, crushing my wrists even more, "Tony please, you're hurting me," I cried out as tears starting forming in my eyes from the pain, "Shut up!" Tony screamed as he jumped off of his bed and grabbed his head, "I thought you chose me!" Tony screamed as he glared at me, "I did!" I shouted back, hoping to calm him down while praying the Drew and the cops were almost here.

Micheal said, at the background Tony could hear sound of some people singing hymns, "where are you", "why do you ask sir, is anything the problem, did you need me urgently", "no Micheal just tell me the damn where you are". Micheal note that tone in his voice. What is the problem? What is going on? "okay sir I am at church did you wanna come and see-", "tell me the name of the church" Tony said cuting him short, "St. Mary Roman Catholic Church", "fine, stay there and don't leave, I will be right there".