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I simply preserve what remains of this vessel—this empty frame that walks between the living and the dead. PAIGE’S POV Shaking in fear, I realized the dilemma I was in. The good life I had imagined… shattered. I’d been scammed. From a distance, I saw an old woman approaching. Her lipstick was a deep, unsettling red, and her hair was dyed an artificial blonde. Her eyes were buried beneath thick, smudged eyeshadow. The tick-tack of her sandals on the cold floor echoed so sharply it felt like it pierced through my ears. She looked terrifying—scary wasn’t even enough to describe her.

~Giggles~ ~MY CHILDREN ARE DYING, THEY NEED PRIMITIVE EMOTIONS TO SURVIVE; I COLLECT MEMORIES OF THE PAST. Creed's expression changed into something ugly. "So you want to invade my brain and steal my memories?" ~HE HE HE — NO STEALING BUT COPYING... WHAT I MEAN IS - JUST TELL ME A SAD MEMORY AND I PAY YOU WITH INFORMATION OF EQUAL WORTH~ "This is too easy!" Creed thought Vetaal was talking crap, and the offer was just a trap. "What is the catch? The scheme is too suspicious..." ~I AM DESPERATE... MY CHILDREN ARE DYING, I NEED EMOTIONS. HE HE HE HE~

Elijah's eyes were fixed on the starless night sky, the moon brighter than he remembered. "Full moon," Za spoke, and the little devil looked at him. "Have they told you what happens when there's a full moon?" he asked, but the other denied it. "It's a very old story, to tell the truth. But it's very true," he began to say as they pulled off the road and entered a small shortcut. "More than 500 years ago, it was said everywhere you went that every full moon, an unscrupulous animal attacked every human being that didn't have any security during the nights. It is said that when the moon shone brighter than the stars around it, that animal with huge ears and a long jaw appeared because it was hi

I clutched the edge of his jacket tightly, my voice shaking. "I want to know… who told you to do this." "I'll talk! I'll tell you everything!" the thug cried out in panic. "It was a woman named Veronica! She paid us five thousand and told us to wait here. She wanted us to film it and ruin her—" My heart sank into an icy abyss. A bone-deep cold surged from the soles of my feet to the top of my head. "Call the police," I said. "All right. Whatever you want."

hunchbacked brother of the old woman. deaf from birth and with a grim appearance, he lived in the dark and smelly basement of the house, with spiders, rats and vampire bats. As time passed, Miss Parker was indifferent to her neighbor; but nevertheless, from a few days to now, she noticed him uneasy. "He must be crazier than ever," said Miss Parker to herself. Doctor Pierre examined the newspapers and after giving a formal farewell greeting, he went inside the house. A dark shadow hidden behind a rickety window in the Parker house, watched the doctor's movements with interest. After sitting in the soft chair of his library, the Grand Master, he began to read the newspaper headlines. A timid

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

Raising an eyebrow, he stared curiously at Katia. Katia continued into the room acting oblivious to her uncle’s curious stare. She started showing him the different books in her library. “Look Uncle, I have books about each titan, god, demigod, angel, and mystical creatures.” Moving along the shelves she showed him the section with the human stories and fairytales. The next section was her favorite. She excitedly told Cronos, “I even have all the books written about us and other supernatural creatures by humans. Next, I am going to add a movie theater room. One like the packhouse had and all the supernatural movies made by humans and supernatural’s alike.” Katia was beaming at him with this

The Pastor and the Slutty Nuns Kristen ponders her next story as she rides her bike home from school. Writing naughty stories has consumed her life. It's all she thinks about. She constantly masturbates, picturing the perfect story to pen into her corrupted diary never realizing how she warps the world around her. She's hardly in the world any longer. She can't remember the last time she spoke to anyone. She eats leftovers out of the fridge at odd hours. She doesn't speak to her mom, her brother, her sisters, her father, or the two Japanese exchange students who, for some reason, were always naked in her house.

The copper armor faded away. Maya and Julian were stranded atop a lone white page, floating in endless darkness. No walls, no doors, no hospital. Maya stared at her hand—the iron key glowed red-hot and scorched her skin. “She’s gone,” Julian whispered, scanning the black void. “The Author’s gone. Who’s writing us now?” Maya looked down. New words were appearing on the white page, not blue or gold—but deep, bloody red. > “With the Creator gone, the monsters of the dark web finally began to crawl onto the page.”

Frustration mounted in him as he tried to find a clue. *** Neil Titus, a demon, and the director of the Shadow Crawlers, sat with a grim look as his dark eyes scanned the reports. His thick brown hair was combed back, and his posture radiated concern. With a loud sigh, he got up and smoothed the tailored suit.