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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.

"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.

"Interested? Me? No, I am not." Cheng Yan smiled as he watched his little sister deny with a stone face. She kept complaining on how he ignored Fang Sha and tried to harm her instead. "Ok tell me something. Have you ever met him again?" "No. I don't even want to meet him. I detest that guy. Especially the way he is so similar to a ghost. He haunts me every time I try to sleep, his scrunched-up face is the worst. Let's just say everything about him is so unlikable." She complained.

CAST OF CHARACTERS Jake Fowler Matt Wayne Gabriel Howard Nicole Parsons Ryan Fowler Julia Wayne Cole Robert Fowler Elizabeth Fowler Maria Howard Henry Crawford The librarian The Security guard and Apophis the demonic serpent god All characters, products and locations depicted in this literal set are fictitious, forged from the author's imagination ergo any similarity to actual persons living or dead is totally coincidental. Hi there, Did you enjoy the story? The story was actually written during the weekto 2020's Halloween, with a chapter representing each day and as you've noticed the culmination to the Oktoberfest event.

Credits 1. Story and Idea: James Kaloko 2. Year of Idea: 2017 3. Inspiration: Me Too and Time's Up Movement 4. Written: Late 2019-June of 2020 5. Written by: James Kaloko 6. Edited by: James Kaloko 7. Characters created by: James Kaloko 8. Official cover art made by: nita4rever 9. Platform published: @Jkaloko (Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/user/Jkaloko

John stopped fussing over Pepper and turned his now very intrigued attention to the snarling animal sitting on top of the man resting in a mess of his own making. Casper whimpered and soiled himself as the beautiful woman in his lap began to shift, but instead of shifting like a normal wolf it seemed like something was wrong or stunted in her transformation, “please by the moon pull her off me, she’s a walker,” he wailed and Mj chuffed a disgusting sounding laugh before she snapped her foaming jaws in his face and Casper squealed as the sight of her mutilated but sharpened teeth flashed across his face. “A number,” he screeched “I call a number and tell them I have goods,” he confessed and M

I jumped a little with surprise, my hand shooting up to clutch at his arm, a whirlwind of wonder and trepidation rapidly rising in my chest. The staircase that had now emerged plunged deeper into the earth with each glass step. West and I exchanged an anxious look. "This is some next level shit," I finally said, shaking my head with disbelief. "A fucking secret door? Explain yourself, West." "I-I've never seen this before," West stammered, making me raise a brow in concern. "You knocked out this book," he said, letting go of my waist to crouch down to pick up the green hardcover now on the floor. "Must've triggered the movement. I don't think Mr. Kreep built this, though?"

Maybe I’d finally stop looking backward. Maybe I’d finally be free. ********* Author's Note: Thank you so much for reading! This story is a journey through not only the supernatural world but also the internal battles we face when trying to escape our pasts and make new choices. As Selena steps into a new chapter of her life, she’s confronted not just with external dangers but with the ghosts that still linger from her past. I hope you’ve found yourself immersed in the mysteries surrounding the packs, the full moon, and the ancient curses.

Alexandra was frowning at the screen, eyes narrowed. “What is it?” William asked. “Someone posted a new entry,” Alexandra said slowly. “‘Malcolm Smith was really a Satanist. He dismembered his victims with an axe before slitting his wrists. His soul is trapped in the house for eternity.’” He turned to us. “Where the hell is this headed?” I slammed the book shut. “If this turns into some Scooby-Doo level nonsense, I swear I’ll burn that place down myself. How the hell are we supposed to take down a spirit that doesn’t even follow its own rules?”