Snatch Stories

Jenny Mitchell was down on her luck. She had one week before her lease was up. If she couldn't find a new home in seven days (which is highly unlikely) she would be homeless. While searching for places at least semi-decent to live in, Jenny stumbles upon a mysterious - and rather sexy- man on a bench. She later realizes he has what she needs; a place for rent. The place was perfect (even the owner was deliciously perfect) except for the statues and an overwhelming amount of pictures and even paintings of an evil looking creature named The Soul Snatcher. They were hung everywhere. Jenny thought she could live with it, but as it turns out, the house and owner weren't as perfect as she thought. Follow Jenny as her luck turns from bad to worse at 1234 Souls Lane. A deal has been struck, a contract signed in blood, and the price? Your soul.

''...nobody dared move or speak, but when the beeps of our intercom set off once more, everyone sprung into panic, screams and whimpers fired through the hall. I began to shiver vigorously and uncontrollably, my senses buzzing with panic as I shut my eyes trieing desperately to block out all the loud noises around me 'be brave Valcary' I reassured over and over again to myself in my mind.''

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When Nalani said that she was never coming back home, she thought that she had an option. That was until she was kidnapped by Trent. Trent is not the perfect house mate. Okay hes a horrible house mate. Will Trent and Nalani ever be able to co ecxist? Or will they be more than friends?

"My beauty's only skin deep, oh, you wouldn't like the real me, because my beauty is only skin deep, you wouldn't like the monster within me." Started: 2/9/18 ©️ -icehearts

The theory behind stealing her man. 1) Knowing you can 2) Slaying. 3) Steal her man. She will never know what was coming.

AHHHHH!!! MY WEAVE HAS BEEN SNATCHED!!

Gina and Max were saved from the streets by a group known as The Dreamers. Now they are strong, committed Christians ready to serve the Lord. What better place to start than where they started- the streets. You may think that people you see needing help are someone else's responsibility, but have you ever thought... maybe that "someone else" is you? As Christians, it is our job to save those lost people. It is our job to shine the love of the Lord into their lives. It is our job to bring them back from Satan. It is our job to be Soul Snatchers.

I heard her footsteps. Death approached, creeping closer and closer. "Emilane..." she cooed, kissing my neck as her left hand caressed my waist. My stomach did cartwheels. Her other hand pointed a gun at my head. She pressed the tip of it to my left temple. I stood perfectly still. Again, I looked at the wall in front of my eyes. The blood. So much blood. From her other victims. Were they all girls? Or had there been boys, too? She stoped kissing me and spun me around, throwing me against that grotesque surface. "You're number 21..." she whispered huskily in my ear, her hands exploring me. She giggled. "When I turned 21, last year, I had the best time of my life! Lots of alcohol, got drunk, wasted, fucked some random college guy.. Sex was nice." She winked. "But don't get jealous baby, you're way hotter." I tried not to puke. "So, we're gonna get drunk babe. In honor of you being my future 21st murder!" She squealed excitedly, her eyes bright. She picked up a bottle of Everclear I hadn't realized she brought. My eyes opened wide in alarm. Oh my god... Bitch crazy.

*tink* *tink* *tink* The sound of water dripping on a metal pipe in the basement beneath my head. The room, a small concrete box with no windows, is cold and dark. I'm cold, exhausted and weak. He's broken me, and how long did it take? I'll never know for sure. Has it been years or only a few months? I had plans after graduation, but they were taken from me and everything that could have been after. I pull my knees to my chest and roll onto my side. My head rested on the pillow, and I allowed my thoughts to wander; a dangerous activity while trapped with him. As I rested, I lit a mental match and burned the thoughts of what could have been. I'm forced to be here, I can't escape, but hell if I won't try. My name is Kelly Gibbs and I'm being held prisoner.

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