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They had a good laugh about it while they peeped on her. Funky music played from his phone reduced to a level only they could hear, Mrs. Michaels detested noise. Joan twirled around, again and again, her braids twirling with her. It was all Joan's music on his phone, she had forced it in him when she was helping him set up his new phone uuntil he ended up enjoying them; Ariana Grande, Camila Cabello, little mix, and the likes, he felt embarrassed, his male ego was ashamed of him. Joan had too much influence on him.

That caught his attention for sure. Sharon was one of the weird people too. She loved anything that had something to do with BL fanfiction. Liam had previously learned what that was from a conversation they had when Sharon was doing her daily life snooping. To say she was excited when she found out Liam was gay would be an understatement. She always exaggerates everything, but who was he to judge? “There’s this nightclub called Blood Bank. I heard there were vampires there. It's where kinky things go down.” Becky looked at Sharon questionly. “Yeah right, that's just a rumor.”

Damien said, sarcasm dripping from his voice. Julian rolled his eyes at him whereas Nathaniel said, "I am here for some work actually but before that what about the announcer? The earlier ones are failing us terribly these days. You said you will get another one but you also didn’t do it yet." as got up from the couch and walked near the desk of Damien. As they both engaged themselves in some discussion over the announcer matter and then over a file, Julian got his phone out to kill some time. ~~ "Are you hearing me? He is playing you, Edie. Are you going to be submissive to him?" Cassandra groaned when Eden spilled out the truth to her.

Zane was not shocked by how straightforward he was and liked it better this way. “Yes, anything, I just want to know where I should start investigating, who am I? Why is Meiko still not here? Why is the moon goddess my wolf? Who are my parents? Who am I? Why did I become Zane Fangs? I just want to know. Who are you guys?” Zane was also straightforward with her intentions and looked forward to the wolf’s answers.

My name's Elizabeth Morgan, I'm 17 and a senior at Hillside High. If you didn't catch on, I live in this town called Hillside. We have lots of hills, and it's the most boring place I've ever lived. I don't recommend it to anyone. Anyways, back to the important stuff and the real reason why you're reading this. At my school, there's this one boy who is commonly known as the fuckboy. He's slept with every girl in our grade besides four of us. Those lucky four being myself, my best friend Ellie, and two other girls you'll probably hear about later.

She violently wrenched her arms out of my grip. "Are you completely insane?" Fiona laughed, crossing her arms as she looked down her nose at me. "Do you honestly think you’re the only smart person in this school? Do you think I’m an idiot? I researched Victor Vance myself, Christa. His website is verified, his corporate registration is active, and his offices are real." "It’s a ghost network, Fiona! It’s designed to look real to teenagers like us—"

------------ ----------------- Three hours later . . . ------------ ----------------- "Never . . . EVER . . . ask 'How bad can it be?' EVER!" Henry said as the six "heroes" returned from their less than illustrious outing. Banshee and Lillian had been right. Some sixteen year old girl had attempted an "off voodoo" ritual to make a boy at school like her and had accidentally brought a next of EFIs into the Earth realm. EFI, as Banshee explained, stood for Evil Fucking Insect. They looked like ants, except for being six inches long, glowing yellow eyes, pincers that could bit a normal man's fingers off, and an extremely tough hide. There had been thousands of them wandering around, trying to g

(6). Fear of the Unknown [When the dead comes back to life] . . Chapter 6: unspoken connections . *Ace Carlton* Ace sat at his usual spot in the bustling cafeteria, the popular kids in the school spot, a tray of food in front of him, flanked by his two closest friends, Jason and Harper. They were a tight-knit trio, always sharing stories and laughter over lunch. Today, however, something seemed different, and it didn't escape the keen eyes of Jason and Harper.

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m