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Monster “Stop fucking looking at it.” Gritting my teeth, I tore the tablet out of Havoc’s hands. He was trying not to smirk at least, which was more than anyone else in The Drunken Otter. Pope and Cyber were giggling like schoolgirls smoking their first joint. They weren’t even trying to hide it. And who could blame them? I would be laughing too if our roles had been reversed. “Fucking perverts.”

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I have a feeling I should get close to him and find out. "So where are you transferring from? A witch academy?" Kali implores and bites into an apple. "Nope. Just some cliché mortal high school." He answers. "What's it like? Being with mortals..." I ask curiously. "Pretty boring. Humans are basic. There's not much to tell as there's nothing particularly interesting about them." Eren states dryly. "I see.." Kali states. "What did you do with your coven's dead bodies? Did you guys have time to consecrate them. Their spirits won't rest if they aren't buried properly..." Kali asks again.

Every day, fully geared up in protective equipment, I’d slide fruit through the opening into the attic. The zombie bird seemed to understand what I was trying to do. After that, I never saw it flying through the acid rain again. Occasionally, I’d even head to the livestock pens and snatch worms away from the rooster to give the baby birds a more varied diet. Honestly, it felt strangely similar to raising pets, and kind of fun. I never would’ve imagined that the first thing I’d grow attached to in the apocalypse would be a zombie bird. It was another ordinary afternoon.

That night, Zach guarded Zelle right next to her room, and in his dream for that night was the memory he will never forget. It was a year after Zelle had just lost her memories. Zach and Aaron just moved into the mansion to play with her. Zach saw the quiet little girl reading a black book under the huge tree. "Zelle, what are you reading?" Zelle did not respond and continued to read the ‘fairytale’ book while ignoring him. Zach sat next to her and tilted his shoulder over to hers to take a look at what she was reading about. That surprised him instead!

The room wasn't fancy for a wealthy person as its owner, instead there were shelves filled with books, a table and a couch with portraits that lit up due to temperature. Zade took a book— his journal of which he made named BAMBINA. He sat on the couch and his hands— they trembled a little. A pen had been inserted in the journal, so he took it up, opened his journal. His eyes scanned through the rough lines of his writings— writing that brought back memories. Even while his hand shook, he still managed to start scribbling his words on a fresher page. His eyes held something— it held somber and his heart fought against what he was writing, but he didn't stop.

Zane's brows furrowed, and he dropped the pictures on the passenger seat, taking out what felt like a book. In the low garage light seeping through the windows, Zane saw it really was a book when he took it out. A white leather book. The cover was browned at the edges, like someone had thrown it in a fire and yanked it out in just in time before he began to burn. Deep grooves appeared between his brows as he opened it, but the words scribbled on the first page just made his blood run cold. --Dear Diary, it's Victoria. Zane's knuckles whitened around the book, and he slammed it down hard against the steering wheel, as fire surged inside him.

She wanted help, and so did Oliver; how could two broken souls help each other? This week she had felt more things that disappeared long ago; she had even dared to go into her parents' room for some books about a fictional city. The zombie that inhabited Chrystal Daly disappeared for a few days, giving her way to feelings and emotions like surprise, intrigue, and interest in the emerald-eyed boy.

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Hope nodded, taking a deep breath before leaving with Florence who promised to have her back soon. Faith gave the room a quick tidy, much to the displeasure of Lizzie the maid who caught her in the act, playfully scolding her. Whilst Lizzie changed the bed, Faith went to the library to the section she hadn't been brave enough to explore yet. Vampires. The central wall was covered in books about them, constantly playing on Faith's mind as she read. Until then, she hadn't given into her curiosity, but given the light of recent situations she couldn't hold off any longer. Marching into the room, thankfully empty as usual, she waltzed straight up to the centre display and started climbing the go