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She could probably help me get over Nate. My aunt's idea of getting over Nate was to fall for someone else, and I'm still determining if I want to. Hey, I'm texting Samantha, hoping she will unblock me and allow us to make up. I deleted the message before I could, changing my mind. I jump when I hear a hit on the stall door. My gaze drops to the base of the door, where I see a white sneaker. I exit to see Sophia waiting for me. "Did you enjoy your time with my future man on Friday, Jezebel?" She revved up to fight.

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

Nina smiled as he looked at the tombstone with Amber Hudson engraved on it. “I miss her.” “I miss her too.” Lane kissed Nina's forehead. ~ The night was long and distant. The moon was at its peak, giving off the brightest rays and flourishing the earth with its glow. “I'm Cataleya Drew. The witch who created the first vampires and werewolves. I've returned. Powerless, but I'm going to find a way to put an end to what I created. The O'Connors, the Salvadors, and the Graysons will suffer at my feet because I'm going to bring them to their very end. I always find a freaking way.” Cataleya's lips stretched into a smirk as she walked on the tarred road. It was midnight. The town was still and ser

Hey Lovely Readers! Thankyou for giving my book a chance! I'm nothing without y'all! Now I want to let you know that I've started a spin-off story of CBTP and decided to continue with this. The main characters of the upcoming story are; Emma Davis, Bella's cousin and Hayden Wilson, Christian's secretary. I appreciate your feedback but no mean comments! Coz, why be rude when you can be kind? Plus don't steal my work! Because I've worked hard on this plot and if someone copies my story, I'd not hesitate to take action.

Hellooo Loves, it’s been a long time, hasn’t it? I apologize for the late update but thank you so much for being patient with me. We’ve now come to the end of Arabella’s and Alexander’s story but as seen, Dex’s and Veronica’s isn’t over yet. There’ll be a short book attached to this one for Dex’s and Veronica’s story. Then after their story is done, we’ll have bonus chapters on Alex and Ara, where we’ll get to know about their lives after high school. This will not be now, though because I’ll be completing my other book—My Stepbrother—in June along with writing my new book.

Even though he had rejected her as soon as the mate bond surfaced on her 18th birthday, his unique smell of peppermint tea and cedarwood still made her blood sing and pulse race. Annalise sharply reminded herself that he didn’t want her as a mate and started to descend the other side of the rock mountain, scrambling and falling, causing cuts on her arms and legs. It didn’t slow her down too much, Cyan used her fast healing to help ease that were spreading through her entire body. Losing her balance again, she tumbled to the bottom with a thump. Glancing back at the top with fear in her eyes, she shakily got to her feet and made a run for it.

Midnight, 15th Street Bridge. Isla had always been a skeptic, practical and grounded. But with Elara coughing up blood in the next room, she had nowhere else to turn. Driven by fierce, protective love, she went. She met the contract broker—a neutral, chillingly calm man with eyes like polished obsidian. He offered her a contract, simple in appearance, promising the immediate, full cure and health of Elara Vance. The price was vague, listed as Ownership of the Signatory, to be collected at the Contractor's discretion. The broker assured her that the contract was binding, irrevocable, and guaranteed results. He explained that the Contractor was a powerful entity named Lucien.

His husky voice had sent me into a fantasy land where I wanted that voice to say so many other things to me as it did some wicked things to me with his fingers. Get a grip, Amanda I scold myself. “Yeah, I wonder who prepared something. It smells like scrambled eggs,“ Mason said sniffing the air around him. “Yes, it does. Probably Drew prepared something out of boredom," Calvin suggested. What?! Do these ghosts mean to say that I can't prepare anything? "It would please your sorry ass to know that I prepared it and not your brother,“ I informed them. “Oh, it's panda, I didn't see you there for a moment,“ Calvin laughed.

So nodding smilingly at each other, they stepped through their chosen door. … The beasts on this final floor were in hundreds, both small and great, winged and wingless. The moment the two stepped out of the door, every beast was alerted. Firstly, a swarm of palm-sized mosquitoes came to 'welcome' them. A/n: Thanks for reading. I'd appreciate it if you leave comments or recommend this book to other smut lovers. Sit tight, more stories are on the way. And does anyone care for a BL tale? If yes, do let me know.

"I still owe you for the books." I stared at him. "The light up there does that a lot?" He glanced at the flickering bulb above us, then back at his food. "I've been eating near the equipment room. It smells like skates and regret so this is already an upgrade." I looked at him for a moment longer, then slowly shook my head at his first question. He nodded like that, settled it and pulled his tray closer. "Tyler Brooks. We got cut off yesterday." I reached for my notepad and wrote.