Cruel World Two Curious Students Novels & Stories

They both liked classics, preferred vanilla over chocolate, and believed that Lycans do exist. “It is pretty crowded,” Dustin noted. The place was buzzing with students. “Yeah. You will find half of Lupus High here,” Sienna replied as her blue orbs scanned the cafeteria for that one face. He was nowhere. Her shoulders relaxed in relief. Perhaps, he was absent today. “Let’s get a seat and we can discuss the project while having our lunch,” Dustin suggested. Sienna nodded in agreement. They got themselves a table in the corner of the room. After setting their bags on the chair, they headed towards the counter to get their order.

“Day 37 Dear journal, yesterday I had a longer tour of this place by a young woman called Lulu. She, too, is a vampire, of course. She was sweet and only seventeen, not much younger than I. She spoke of a man she is in love with, apparently he is to join her here to live. When she spoke of him, I could see her endearment and longing for him.

Connor practically charged out of the venue. He didn't even bother to change out of the cumbersome formal attire. The old pier was surrounded by patrol vehicles. The air reeked of blood and a faint smell of silver rust that made every werewolf instinctively tremble with fear. It was a poison engineered for our kind, designed to prevent healing and amplify agony. It was a contraband so dangerous that it was strictly banned even on the black market. Chris stood at the entrance of a warehouse with his back against the flashing police lights, holding a transparent evidence bag.

At that point, there was just one hour left until midnight. I chatted with the viewers occasionally, but I was unable to stop yawning. [Look at the streamer. In what way does she look like she’s about to kill herself? Maybe the valedictorian curse has been broken. Everyone, let’s call it a night.] [I’m starting to believe it now. Those valedictorians may not have actually committed suicide. They may have been murdered.] [What kind of killer is so skilled that they’ve killed so many people without leaving a single clue? I actually think the one who killed them might not even be human.]

The villagers didn’t scream, they didn’t scatter, they stepped back. All at once. Like they had been waiting for that exact moment. My heart stuttered as I turned and saw it fully for the first time. it unfolded out of the doorway like something forced into the wrong shape. Too long in places. Too thing in others. Its limbs dragged for half a second before correcting as if remembering, too late, how they were meant to move. Firelight caught along its skin, and for a heartbeat I saw what it had been. Human. The outline was still there. the structure. But everything else had shifted, stretched, pulled into something that didn’t belong in the world I understood.

- And then? I look at her tensely and nod. - I like. I like the way he looks before he blows it all away. “The problem with you two is that you're too proud. Kaanadan will never let you follow a non-compliant world, not without making sure it isn't dangerous. You, on the other hand, do not accept living in the world you are in. Hence the fight. "And you always accepted?"

Kevin's eyes followed Alice’s. This was not the time for him to have an encounter with Khan, so he had to act fast. Kevin looked at Alice and continued “Think deeper Alice. Why are you trusting someone who killed everyone in the orphanage? He is using you. Wake up.” Kevin took a step forward not missing the confusion in Alice’s eyes. He reached out toward her hand. Alice's eyes widened. She felt baffled about what she wanted to do. Her body stood frozen as she watched him motionless. She looked stunned down at the crumbled-up paper he pressed into her hand. The warmth of his hand lingered a bit longer on hers before he pulled away.

You'll have to pretend to sleep with a man but remember, one mistake and you'll be sliced in half because he's no ordinary man but a crown prince. With that, the air in the room turned eerie, soundless as the murmurs of silent screams of bodies in the grasp of their evil predator...

Padgett POV My heartbeat increase as I stand in front of the students, my eyes go around taking the faces of those whom I am going to share class with but the truth is, I wasn't interested in those hot boys, I heard those female screaming their lungs out for, something in me was curious to know the face of the boy, whose face is buried on the desk. Those piercing eyes of the female in the class are enough to tell me that, getting involved with any boy in this class, will be my doom

"Can you stand?" she asked Milene even if the answer was obvious. " I will. " Raïna was surprised she said so, but didn't object. She helped her stand up and guided her through the maze of corpses and crying wolves. None of the villagers looked at their Luna or came to ask about her state. They merely looked the other way and Raïna saw a hatred that burned deep down. Milene also wasn't crying as she was abandoning the pack, what was supposed to be the most terrible and atrocious event that could happen to a wolf. Wasn't this her home?