Sweet Evil Fangs

I faltered on the ground, struggling to keep my balance as I ran for my life. I could barely feel my feet after running for so long. I didn’t need to look back. I couldn’t face those red, chasing eyes. He would slaughter me!I listened to his yelling, each roar making my knees weak. I pressed my hands to my ears in fear as I lurched along the rough pathway. I didn’t know where to go. I had no idea how I ended up in the woods, running for my life. My breath hitched, fatigue gnawing at me. I needed to stop and take a deep breath, but every time I heard his animalistic shriek, I reminded myself I couldn’t.I had only ever read about such things in books and seen them in movies. Every time I squinted, flashbacks of what had just happened consumed me. The way blood spread like it was nothing. The way light glinted off his fangs, shining in my vision. Something I couldn’t have imagined had become real.My foot hit something hard, nearly making me lose my balance. I stumbled against a tree bu

The next few days went as flat as a pancake. Everything felt quiet, almost dull. Some students still teased and laughed at me for always being alone. The truth? I don’t have any friends here. I’ve tried, but it’s hard for me to socialize. My interests are just... different. Most people here like hanging out, partying, or going out after class, while I prefer staying home, reading books, or watching shows.I was once called a nerd because of that. Someone even said, “Who even reads books these days?”I wanted to roll my eyes. Duh, I do.“Okay, class! It’s Friday today, and you know the rules!”The girls groaned while the guys cheered and high-fived each other. For once, I actually relate to them—because I’d forgotten what Friday meant: Physical Education. Ugh. Or as I like to call it, physical torture. Every time we play sports, my classmates somehow find a way to make me the joke. If it’s volleyball, I’m the net. If it’s basketball, I’m the hoop. And if it’s dodgeball—well, I’m the fir

“Tell him I’m not here.” I turned my back on her and pushed her out of my unit. She stumbled but quickly regained her composure, then abruptly pinched my arm. I winced in pain as she pointed at me, eyes sharp with rebuke.“You can’t turn away from him, dear. You need to face him. He’s been waiting outside for an hour. Shame on you!” She pinched my ears next. I silently prayed to the gods for escape, wondering if this was punishment for the commotion earlier.“Go change into something… stylish. Fix your face. You look—”“Ugly? Yeah, I know,” I grunted, rubbing my ears. Finally, she let go.“I meant washed-out.” She walked past me and opened my closet. I sighed. Even if I argued, she wouldn’t listen.“This fits you.” She tossed a piece of cloth onto my face. I struggled to remove it, nearly passing out. I rarely wore anything like this, and school was definitely not the place.“Oh, no. Please—” She shushed me and pushed me into the bathroom.“Change, dear! I won’t leave if you try to sne

“Come on!” Nathan suddenly opened his car door and hurried to my side, yanking mine open before I could even react. I jumped in surprise as he took my hand and pulled me along. He looked unusually thrilled—almost radiant.“Nathan, wait!” I stumbled after him while he laughed at my flustered state.“So, what should we ride first?”Yes, you heard that right—we were at a carnival. In front of us stretched a wild blur of rides, flashing lights, food stalls, and games.In short, I was in hell.“What are we doing here?!” Panic cracked in my voice as I scanned the place. The noise, the crowd, the dizzying lights—it was too much. I could feel the color draining from my face. Even from here, the sight of those towering rides made my stomach twist.The sun was setting, streaking the sky in gold and pink as the evening breeze brushed against my skin. I tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear and glanced at Nathan’s profile. The fading light carved his face into something almost unreal.It sho

I was happy. Truly happy. My apartment no longer felt gloomy. I smiled regularly, optimistic about life. This sense of well-being, however, was immediately shattered when he suddenly asked for a serious discussion. I panicked, terrified he might want to end what we had.“I like you, Natasha.”I said nothing when he confessed. I knew I had a crush on him, but I’d kept it hidden, afraid of ruining our friendship. We'd been hanging out for the past month, and now that he felt the same way, my mind went completely blank.“But! It’s okay if you don’t like me. I don’t want to ruin our—”“I like you too, Nathan.”“W-What?” His eyes widened in shock. I nodded and gave him a warm, tender smile.“Yes.”He rushed to me and embraced me firmly. Soon after, we went out again, but this time, it was as more than just friends. I was nervous, unsure how the day would go. Yet, every time I looked into his strong eyes—those captivating eyes that could make any woman's knees weak, including mine—I felt a s