Unmasked Scooby Doo Novels & Stories

My mind was consumed by the problems I might face one day, when suddenly I met someone on the road. A girl in yellow pajamas, I think spongebob is the cartoon character printed on it. I had no plans to greet her or anything, but then she just spoke while looking straight at me.

If it weren’t for the fact that I wanted to vomit, I might’ve found it adorable. “Alright,” I said finally, rubbing a hand over my face. “You know what? I don’t even care anymore. Just—whatever this is, keep it PG while I’m here, okay?” Marion smirked. “No promises.” “Marion,” I warned. He held up both hands. “Kidding, man. Relax.” Zinna rolled her eyes, but there was that soft smile again, the one she hadn’t worn in years. Maybe I should’ve been happy for her, but I wasn’t in the mood to feel anything remotely positive.

They paid the cab driver and he left. "Use her and dispose her. I don't want to see her again." Amanda pushed Celestine to the heavy build man with scary tattoos on his arm and neck. After that they left with smiles all over their faces... They were happy on ruining a girls dignity... But the thought never crossed them... What if the same would happen to them?

Ruby's gaze was glued to the screen, her body shaking as if she had seen a ghost. "You don't have to sign," I said, my voice a chilling whisper. "But if you don't, this unedited, crystal-clear video will be tomorrow's sensation, plastered over every news site. I'll even send a copy to your parents, all your relatives, friends, and colleagues. "Think you'll see a dime of that settlement then? Think you'll have the dignity to walk this earth?"

“But who?” Instead of answering, Max groans dramatically, like I’m inconveniencing him. Then, with zero shame, he pulls off his shirt, tossing it onto the desk like it’s part of some grand performance. “How about we have some fun,” he purrs, winking as his hands move to unfasten his trousers, “and then you can ask your questions?” I stare at him, unimpressed. “I’m not fucking you when you probably don’t even remember your own name,” I say harshly, my tone dripping with disdain.

Divine found herself appreciating the interior of the homey looking coffeeshop the moment they walked in, Mrs James ushering her to seat as she spoke to one of the girl dressed in a uniform, the girl disappearing behind the counter with a bow and returning with two iced coffee and some muffins. Everything on the table remained untouched when Divine finished telling her story to Mrs James, tears streaming down her face and the older woman pulling her into a comforting hug, muttering words of assurance in her ear. She deliberately omitted the pregnancy, feeling a bit bad when Mrs James cursed at Liam for throwing her out for no specific reason. When the tears died down, she sniffled, before as

"My apologies, Mr. Bodeen. Just escorting our next guest." A tall man in dark suit stepped into view behind Dominic. Wearing an Aurelian Group security uniform. My blood turned to ice. The guard's eyes swept the room, casual at first, then landed on me his brow furrowed, and I watched him tilt his head slightly like he was trying to place something familiar. Nick's hand was still wrapped around my wrist. The security guard's gaze dropped to where we were connected, then back up to my masked face. I saw it happen. Saw the exact moment recognition started to dawn in his eyes. He opened his mouth like he was about to call my name.

I had expected to lie awake in an unfamiliar room, going over the same thoughts I had been going over for months. Instead, I was sitting at a stranger's kitchen table watching snow fall past the window, and a boy across from me was drawing invisible shapes on the tablecloth with one finger and humming quietly to himself. Lucas leaned across the table toward me suddenly. "Do you like marshmallows?" he asked, with the gravity of someone raising a genuinely important issue. "I love marshmallows," I said. He sat back, visibly satisfied, nodding once in the way of a person confirming their judgment was correct.

Mrs Williams ignored her protest and continued to do the dishes. Rosaleen's nose crinkled as she walked past the hallway. Her mother trailed behind, waving at patients who cared to drop a greeting. Rosaleen flinched and gagged as wrinkles formed on the sides and bridge of her nose. The antiseptic fragrance filled the air. Rosaleen found herself muttering. There was no way she'd turn out to be a medical doctor or a nurse. The dead stare of disapproval stayed on her face like plaster as she caught sight of a baby.

Tony didn’t answer, rather, he asked Orion if he was done with the coordinates. “Not yet, just one le– Oh! It’s done!” The Unnamed stared right at Quinn, the burning eyes staring daggers at him. “Ah, unwelcome guests. The Unnamed will deal with this himself.” Tony yelled at Orion to teleport, as the Unnamed reached into the subspace and made for Quinn. He couldn’t move as the mask drew closer to him.