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Blackout Crime Squad

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Reads 56
Votes 15
Parts 14
Time 1h 29m

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Mr. Clark reaches into his pocket, about to take out his gun. "Oh no, you won't!" I hear the familiar voice say again as Cedric takes out his gun.

Now Mr. Clark and Cedric are both facing each other, both aiming their guns at the other. "Run, Julie!" Cedric tells me. 

But I can't run without doing anything. I quickly looked around and spotted a baseball bat that Mr. Clark has next to his desk. I run to the desk, pick up the bat and swung it as hard as I can toward Mr. Clark's head. He falls to the floor, unconscious. I know he would be waking up in the next couple of minutes, so I open the closet behind me, looking for ropes. I find some and head toward Mr. Clark.All Rights Reserved

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The Mysteries of Hillsdale High by Sariii_xoxo

"What the Fuck is this?", Lance said, and in my mind, I'm thinking the same thing. Here, in front of us is Pedro's burnt lifeless body. Olive screamed immensely, which pretty much almost blocked my ears. "Wait, how do we know that it's really him? I mean, it could be anyone ", Tristan said. I thought the same thing, till I inspected closely, and saw a piece of his jersey which displayed his team number. I picked it up and showed them. "That enough proof?", I asked. I turned to see Olive looking like she was having a heart attack. "Calm down Olive ", I told her. "Calm down, you're telling me to calm down. Pedro is dead. This wasn't what we planned to see. Worst case scenario was that he was hiding somewhere, but I didn't expect to see him dead, not just that, burnt. I need to get the fuck outta here", she made way to leave , but I stopped her. "Guys, someone killed Pedro, and I'm pretty sure we weren't meant to see this, considering the body was burnt and buried. Something creepy is going on in this town, and we have no fucking clue what we're up against ", Tristan said. We all looked at each other, and couldn't help but think of the hole we've dug for ourselves. One town, a group of teenagers and one hidden truth. Expect the unexpected.

Beauty And The Mobster by peachpseudonym

Belle has lost everything to the Mafia. The culprits are lurking to pick her off as well. While life is losing its luster for Belle, Marcello is thriving. Marcello runs several legitimate companies, earning him millions. On top of that, he is considered the Mafia King. Marcello has some type of control of any and every business in his vicinity. And several around America and back in Italy. Staying on top has been his life's work. When returning a favor for an old friend turns into saving Belle's life, the favor turns out much more long term than either expected. ~ "That doesn't matter Belle! Do you not realize you completely disregarded your safety!" His veins popped out at he reloaded and ducked low. We were down to two cars. I licked my lips in worry as I tried to shake them. "Mother fuckers," he curses as our back window was blown out. "I can't loose you!" He suddenly screamed as he shot the second to last driver. I avoided going home because I didn't want them getting any leads. "You're not loosing me, Cello." "It felt like I was," his voice cracked as he chucked a grenade towards the car. I lurched at the explosion and silence followed after our pursuers were eliminated. "Marry me." •• This story will follow a couple trying to navigate the world of organized crime. There will be MATURE scenes so beware, hopefully you enjoy it as much as I do writing it.

Race to the Fountain by stori99

I'm almost there! I look behind and see everyone is still fighting. I crawl to the fountain of youth. I'm right on the edge and then I feel a sharp pain in my back. I look up and see he stabbed me. The surprise nearly killed me, because he's supposed to be dead! I killed him myself and left him for dead, but now in this sick way he is the one to end me. Fuck him! He walks over to the fountain of youth and drinks it, but this story isn't about that. It's about how we got there. I am the captain of a very large and vicious crew, love them to death though. Can't trust them though, we are merchant pirates. We steal and we sell, simple and easy. But I got word that the fountain of youth was real and if I could collect it and sell it I could retire extravagantly. I couldn't pass that up! Money is the thing that keeps my blood pumping.

Rosa in cor serpentis by btsfangirlove

Whoosh! The arrow twirled through the air direct towards its target who was suddenly shoved out of the way with a great strength. A bone chilling gd scream was released into the still night air. Turning to the source all the man could think was "This can't be happening, no again." ---------------------- Disclaimer: None of the art work is mine and I claim no rights to it. The story is my original story and please don't use any of it without consent.

The Man In Strylt Forest by artemisrosecrypt

I had trouble sleeping that night. I was conflicted. Why would someone be hunting in woods with no game? My mind was telling me not to go back. "Someone was out to get you, why would you go back? You're smarter than that. You were in a clearing; they clearly saw that you were a person and not an animal. Stupid. You're stupid," it said. My curiosity said otherwise. I planned on going back next week. I needed to convalesce for a while after my little excursion. I got up, took some sleeping medication, and drifted off to sleep. They say curiously killed the cat, but mine damn will kill me. Hello to anyone reading! This is going to be the first Wattpad story that I might actually keep up with. I've had many others that have failed, so I eventually just gave up. This one, though, I hope to be much different. Since this story falls into a multitude of different genres, it is listed as general fiction. As said before, this is going to be a first, so get ready for the ride! Feel free to leave comments, good or bad, I'll try to read and reply to them all. Vote if you like it, or do nothing if you don't. Either way, it will help me with providing enjoyable content. Happy reading!

Release Me by anna_rose01

Highest ranked- #10 in action 2/16/2017 A promotion. That's all I wanted. I didn't want to run for my life. I didn't want to be kidnapped. I didn't want to face death. I didn't want to find out my whole life was a lie. I just wanted a bloody promotion. Guess fate had other plans? **** The cold air fanned over my face as I opened the door. The exit door lead to the back of the building so it was pitch black. I leaned against the wall trying to control myself. Blood was running down my arm and head. My hair was stuck to my face from all the sweat and blood. Everything was spinning around me and the ground seemed like it was shaking. Groaning I sat down and put my head on my knees. He knows who I am. He knows how I look like. He knows where I work so possible knows where I live. I am not safe anymore... no where. While I was in my own world I heard faint sounds behind me but I didn't bother to look or run away. The footsteps got closer and I was pretty sure it was Walker's men. I should run. I should try to fight. But what's the point in trying to run away? He would eventually find me and if he has his way he would most likely kill me. If this is my fate then why am I trying to fight it? I felt someone harshly grab my waist and pull me up and I complied. They dragged me down the alley and into the busy street. I heard the opening of a car and the next thing I knew I was being thrown into a car. My head hit the hard leather seat and the door shut behind me. Maybe this is how my life will end. Maybe I should just let it happen. Maybe I was destined to die alone as a no one. With that I let the darkness consume me.

Reaping The Red Heir by eden_ari

He smiled. The devil himself couldn't have crafted a more wicked grin. "What do you say we play a game, little Reaper?" I narrowed my eyes, trying to decipher his intentions. "What kind of game?" His grin widened, showing the tips of his fangs. I watched the prince curiously as he strode over to his bag. With a swift motion, he withdrew a bow and a quiver of arrows, flinging them at my feet without so much as a second glance. I furrowed my eyebrows, casting him a look of uncertainty. That sinister grin stayed plastered upon his lips as he said, "Run." *** I, Skyla Ashforth, am what some might call a "sociopath." It was a title that fit. Why shouldn't I embrace it? I am a vampire slayer, a Reaper of bloodsuckers, and an exceptionally good one, if I do say so myself. Yes, being a sociopath has its perks; I could manipulate and deceive with the best of them. So, when captured by the notorious Red Prince, I embraced the challenge of manipulating my freedom. Pierce Darcee, was a sadistic vampire with a God complex. The fool actually believed he could break me. Little did he know, I was the kind of Reaper who would dance through a battlefield, whistling a merry tune as I twirled my braids. I relished the challenge of manipulating his oversized ego, planning to stab that rotting, blackened heart of his with a venom-laced dagger. I crafted a scheme so delightful, so intricate, that I couldn't help but salivate at the prospect of victory. It was foolproof, or so my mind believed. But then... then there was that pull. That unexpected, unwelcome spark that ignited something within me. Feelings, of all things! Now, that was a complication. Disgusting, messy feelings that could very well lead to my destruction. Or his. It was a dangerous game we played, but then again, the most thrilling ones usually are. *Rated M for Murder, Mayhem, and some profanity. Sorry but no smutty interludes. You've stumbled into a blood bath, not a bodice ripper.*

Bite marks by bex101118

I struggled and lashed out at him hoping to cause some, any damage at all that might allow me to escape, instead his grip tightened and a whimper escaped without my consent. His touch burned, or at least I imagined it burning, sizzling my skin until it was burnt to a crisp. He clawed down the back of my dress, shredding the lace fabric to bits as if it was paper, it floated to the ground like confetti, I looked at it in disgust, as if it was celebrating my exposure. The cold air of the store room nipped at my bare back, contrasting between the burning fire his touch inflicted. I felt sick. He was now shoving himself closer to me until it was impossible for me to move. I could hardly even breath. I was seeing red and I couldn't even do anything. I felt so helpless. Tears welled up in my eyes and they threatened to spill. I shut them tight wishing I had just stayed at home. Suddenly the pressure released. I could breath. Once again I was shocked and didn't know what was happening until I opened my eyes and saw the rogue getting up and looking to my right. I hadn't even noticed the large figure standing protectively next to me and so I was staggering away from him too. Power radiated from him making me feel safe and scared at the same time.

A living THING by SBany89

"B... Bryce?" I said quietly between my light sobs. He didn't answer me. He looked dangerous. His hands covered in blood, his jaw damaged, his eyes... I didn't know, what exactly I saw in them, but I knew, there was nothing good. I realized, I might be in danger myself. I had no idea of what is going on in his mind. I started walking away, keeping my body close to the wall behind me. I stumbled on some trash, but gained my balance back, never leaving the sight of him - now, a total stranger, in front of me. He slowly followed me, his eyes registering every movement I made. They looked predatory, all his appearance looked like it. Following every movement of his pray. And I knew that pray was me. Some cries left my dry lips. I couldn't hold in anymore of this tension. I turned around and started to run, run away from this place, away from him. Before I could make some steps, I felt my upper arm grabbed strongly. I let out a scream and desperately tried to free myself from his strong grip. Bryce took my other arm and made me face him. My heart dropped in my stomach, as I saw his hard stare. I stopped for a second, but then tried to get myself away from him again. "Stop trying! You are not going anywhere!" I heard his voice, which was said through his clenched teeth. He momentarily turned me around and grabbed my hole upper body and wrapped his strong arms around me, making it impossible to move my hands and myself. I started to scream again, but again, his fast movements stopped me. I felt him squeeze me tighter. He lifted me up from the ground a bit and put his large hand on my mouth. That made my panic rise even more. I was so afraid. I had no idea of what he is going to do with me. Is he going to kill me? I felt his head resting against my head, his breath touching the top of my ear, sending a strong shiver of fear through my body. I couldn't see anything, as my eyes were filled with endless streams of tears.

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Race to the Fountain cover

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Release Me cover

Reaping The Red Heir cover

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The Mysteries of Hillsdale High

"What the Fuck is this?", Lance said, and in my mind, I'm thinking the same thing. Here, in front of us is Pedro's burnt lifeless body. Olive screamed immensely, which pretty much almost blocked my ears. "Wait, how do we know that it's really him? I mean, it could be anyone ", Tristan said. I thought the same thing, till I inspected closely, and saw a piece of his jersey which displayed his team number. I picked it up and showed them. "That enough proof?", I asked. I turned to see Olive looking like she was having a heart attack. "Calm down Olive ", I told her. "Calm down, you're telling me to calm down. Pedro is dead. This wasn't what we planned to see. Worst case scenario was that he was hiding somewhere, but I didn't expect to see him dead, not just that, burnt. I need to get the fuck outta here", she made way to leave , but I stopped her. "Guys, someone killed Pedro, and I'm pretty sure we weren't meant to see this, considering the body was burnt and buried. Something creepy is going on in this town, and we have no fucking clue what we're up against ", Tristan said. We all looked at each other, and couldn't help but think of the hole we've dug for ourselves. One town, a group of teenagers and one hidden truth. Expect the unexpected.