Haunting Their Asses Novels & Stories

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.

’ were the only nuggets of wisdom Dad imparted onto me. I already knew what a bite from a hellhound meant, an agonizing and painful death with your spirit eventually claimed by the very hellhound that bit you. I saw them all emerge from the woods like a large shadow. Their rotted flesh stung my nose with their putrid smell, making me almost wince.

Yes_you_suck YES, SAY THAT AGAIN AND IMMA COME TO YOUR HOUSE THIS MINUTE TO HIT YOU WITH MY BAT. Cereal_killer DAMN! SORRY THAT WAS AUTOCORRECT. NOE4LIFE! THERE! Will_the_devil WOW! YOU ALL ARE SO WEIRD. I_pooped WELCOME TO THE LIFE OF COMMONERS, MR. ASSHAT PRINCE. Will_the_devil I DON'T UNDERSTAND THE MEANING OF HALF OF THE WORDS YOU GUYS USE. WHAT'S 'ASSHAT' AND 'NOE' AND 'ZOE?'

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.

What the fuck do you mean ‘not now’? “Ma questa è una follia...sei pazza!” Ryker laughed, shaking his head, but his eyes were all heat. (This is madness...you’re insane!) “Testa di cazzo… questa donna mi farà morire giovane…” Asher muttered under his breath, rolling his eyes skyward. (Dickhead… this woman’s gonna make me die young…) They all closed in, the air suddenly thick with their rage, their frustration, and goddess help me, genuine worry, and the feeling was electric, wild, like lightning in my bones.

“Sight and sound are irrelevant to them. Once they smell you, they will find you, and end you." ‎A chill crawled down my spine. ‎“That is unless— you end them first." I let out a small sigh. What was wrong with this system and dramatic effects? Would it have killed it to spit everything out in one go? ‎“These beasts are like no other. They are super fast. We call them the flash of the underworld,” it added brightly. ‎Great. Just great. ‎One more problem, to throw in the mix, like we weren't already in enough problems.

“Wolves asleep amidst the trees, bats all are swaying in the breeze, but one soul lies anxious wide awake. With its fear of all manner of ghouls, hags, and wraiths. For your puppet, perfection, white and sleep has flown. Be warry and up to your guard for the fear that surrounds and along. For the witch whose heart is an utter cold, will curse you, truth be told. She comes she'll go leave naught behind, but curses and bolds. Deep, dark forest, birds are silent for the night. Cows turned in as daylight dies, but one soul lies in a hunting state or disarray. With its fear of all manner of ghouls, hags, and wraiths. For your puppet, perfection, oh please shut your eyes. Lie still, lie silent, ut

His eyes. Dark with lust that it reminded me... I could not help my own thoughts, they all ended up having the same hungry eyes. Those eyes that always undressed a woman even before their hands did, those eyes that held nothing but cold stare as they fantasize on how they were going to devour their preys. They all had the same dark eyes of lust. "D-David," I stuttered but it came out differently than expected.

Already his mind was working overtime, imagining all sorts of ghouls and long-legged beasties lurking unseen. Aiden looked to the ground. "Look," he whispered urgently. "I ought to..." He trailed off as a strange sensation tightened about his throat. 'No, no, no!' A gravelly voice rippled uncomfortably through him. 'I sense you have erred already. One more foolish folly and we will have more than words, puny one! Remember what I can offer, dreams or death!' "Ought to what?" Ash looked at him. "What's up?"