Haunting Their Asses Novels & Stories

The dogs that could pass for wolves would yell out in the angered voices of the women seeking retribution, fierce like a hurricane, screaming the deeds they’d done. “Rapist!” “Manipulator!” “Assaulter!” “Liar!” “Killer!” Night after night each man was plagued with being swallowed whole by the beasts that represented each of their victims. One went insane before he had timed it but he ended up being able to add their compadre’s tortured confessions to the pack. “Please! I’m sorry! We did it! Tell them please! Confess!” And now that they were primed and ready and the most perfect of nights was on its way. On a restless full moon before Halloween he appeared to Asha.

Well, smart too late anyway. “Get up and never return. And if I ever catch you around these premises again. I won't be so kind. “ I kicked the other men on the ground, groaning in pain” and get these weaklings out of my sight” I spit out in disgust. They couldn't get up fast enough, like their asses were on fire. Even though they looked funny trying to run like that. Hmm now, what to do?

"You useless pieces of shit! What are you all waiting for? Let's go!" The gangsters crawled to their feet with various hisses of pain and helped each other up as they limped toward the door.

he mumbles, almost in a whisper, massaging his head in an attempt to dispel the lingering emotions. Shaken by the vivid nightmare, Dean sits on the edge of his bed with the unsettling emotions stirred by the dream. The darkness of the room seems to press in on him as he contemplates the haunting vision of Kaitlyn. "Why do you keep haunting me?" he mutters, the words hanging heavy in the silent room. The echoes of his nightmares and the weight of guilt leave Dean in a state of profound unease, caught between the waking world and the remnants of his troubled sleep.

Asher The drive to the Aston pack was a long but quiet one. I sank into several feelings and notions in my head, none helped try to ease the worry of what I might find. What I might witness. Too much was already happening and I felt that all of these were connected in some stupid and deranged way. All of these could not be orchestrated by one person, one man that wanted to bring chaos to the night creatures. Or where they are trying to get my attention on something because it worked.

Its height, making the trees sway. The bushes rustled…. The birds sleeping in their nest flies away. Bones so hollow and empty, rotting flesh hangs from the monster. It takes a step, inching further. No heart, no lungs — the monster feels nothing. Yet it souls yearn for something. ‘Accashia’s death. Accashia’s death! Death of the beast from the east… my wretched soul, tonight will feast.’ “No,” Luntian breathes, and her voice returns to her own ears. “No! You will not touch them! You will have to stomp over my dead body before you can get to that cave!”

Have you become gay Sky? They were hustling and heckling greedily like vampires for the best scoop I can offer them....whether it was real or not.... Really I hate them bastards....but as if to say they don't really get to me. It's been a long time since they've been nothing to me.

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The real nightmare would begin when the greater haunts came. I could not waste a second, so I floored it downtown. The streets were a horror show of limbs and shattered skulls. Bloated haunts, stuffed from their feasts, snored as they floated in the air. When my car suddenly died, I stepped out and, with a wave of my hand, summoned the nearest haunt, slapping a cool million in gold coins into its palm. "Get me downtown, pronto." The haunt, grinning ear to ear, nearly lost its head, literally. It slapped its head back on and, turning into a dark mist, whisked me away to the city's heart.

The drive back to the mansion felt like a journey through the depths of hell. Ashley stared out the window, her reflection in the glass a ghostly image of the girl she used to be. The streets blurred into one another, but all she could see was the man’s face—the terror in his eyes, the sound of the gunshot, the lifeless body slumping in the chair.