Walker Scobell Wattpad Novels & Stories

As he was distracted, he lost his balance due to the sudden pull and fell back on the bed, right on top of an amazingly soft surface. Della and Anom's faces were close enough that they could feel each other's breath. Anom brainstormed an idea to get out of this situation without making her feel embarrassed, and when Della spoke, "You still haven't finished your story about how you stole that red diamond from that castle in the forest. And the one about the bet you made with someone to steal the undergarments of the wife of the president of some country. And the one where you had to dress as a woman to get out safely. My curiosity will disturb my concentration. You don't want to affect my cul

She needed to get her head together and come up with some type of plan. They walked quickly through the woods searching for Jace. Wyatt was leading the way while the others followed quickly behind. They crossed into Kip’s territory and Sarah saw Abby stiffen up. She didn't want to be back here. Sarah went to comfort her and as if he knew. Wyatt reached back and grabbed a hold of Abby's hand. Abby didn't react act like Sarah except, she saw a smile form on her lips as she wrapped her fingers around Wyatts hand. Relief rushed through Sarah, she was happy for Abby. She had been so shy and scared most of her life, maybe Wyatt will change that for her. As they crossed the gravel that divided Kip’

" Ummm some months ago." She sighs. Keeping aside the papers to hold my hands. " Don't lie to me Scarlett. As per the reports I think it was around years ago. You haven't been experiencing heat. Your senses are weak. Your strength is fading. And your wolf ....well...." " What about her?" I ask afraid. And she sighs. Holding my hands. " It is dead Scar. And now the withdrawal process is at its begining." Her words made me go still. My entire world crumbling down.

I was going to her, now. I emerged from the packhouse into the night air, only to be greeted by a shadow with glinting eyes, and a flashing blade. I was paralyzed. His fist connected with my jaw, an explosion of pain, and I staggered, blood in my mouth. I flailed to hit him, my knuckles hitting against his cheek, but he was too fast, his knife slashing my arm, hot blood streaming. There was an echoing scream, and Caspian slammed his way in, a gray blur of fur with claws scratching across the scout’s chest. The scout turned as well, a huge black wolf, more muscular than Caspian, snapping at his side. They fought, hair and blood everywhere, the scout’s superior power was clear. I snatched a fr

The first stop at the dungeons was Scarlett’s cell. There was no way I would have known it was Scarlett’s cell if Killian didn’t say so with a chilling grin on his face. She was in wolf form and her wolf looked nothing like an Alpha wolf. Scars and fleas covered the wolf's body. Thin and emaciated, she looked more like a starved Omega wolf than a proud Alpha.

Damon rubbed his eyes. He wanted to believe that. It was stupid, really. If this whole thing with talking was just meant to get him to drop his guard, then it was working. Wasn’t he smarter than this? He tried to pull his anger and hate forward, to shield himself from unfortunate emotions—but he was so tired of being angry. He sighed as he turned toward her. "How many witches are in Scanthin ?” “I only know about one,And that is me Scarlett." Scar murmured, holding herself tightly.Damon advanced on her and she backed into the wall, staring up at him with wide eyes. “Why should I believe you?”

"What are you talking about? This has nothing to do with me! I don't know anything!" "He does know," another voice chimed in. I turned to see another roommate of mine, Melanie Walker, stepping forward from the crowd. She stood beside me, her chin raised. "I'll vouch for her. Harvey said all of that, and he showed us the video too." After saying that, Melanie flashed me a smile. Melanie ran a side hustle as a social media marketer. I knew she wasn't entirely speaking up for me—she just wanted to dig deeper into the gossip.

I stuck out like a sore thumb in this environment, attracting all kinds of unsavory gazes. "Oh, my. Would you look at that! If it isn't Emilia Langley, the hardworking Takeout Queen!" A shrill and familiarly cloying voice rang out beside me. It was Rosie. She and her gang of good-for-nothing friends were at Cascadia Hotel too. Without even bothering to stop, I continued to haul my things into the hotel lobby. However, Rosie wasn't planning on letting up. She led her gaggle of lackeys over, crowding around me as if I were some kind of freak show on display.

The advantage of growing up on the streets was that Scarlett knew how to protect herself. Scarlett got rid of the rope and stood up. She prepared to escape from the back door. “Stop! Don’t move!” Someone shouted out. She stopped there and stared at the person walking out of the darkness. It was Scout. “Aren’t you naive to think that you can get away so easily?” He had a gun. “Well, you are really a loyal dog to Vivian.” Scarlett laughed sarcastically. “Yeah, I’m her loyal dog, but you are more pathetic than I am because you are gonna die by my hand,” he said. He had an abnormal muscle twitch in his face as if he was on drugs.

“Let me out. I’ll show them what happens when they mess with a white wolf.” “No,” I whispered internally. “If they find out what I am, it’ll only get worse.” Their laughter rang in my ears as they circled me. Layla delivered another sharp kick to my ribs, the force knocking the air out of my lungs. I gasped, coughing as I felt my ribs snap—only for them to begin healing almost immediately. “Look at her,” Scarlet sneered, crouching down to grab my chin roughly. “She heals so fast. It’s almost… fun.”