Gabe Itch Novels & Stories

he grumbled as Simon and Ian laughed at him. “We were about to go fishing. Would you guys join us.” Amber asked, changing the subject. “Sure.” Ian replied. “What are we supposed to do with a raw fish out here?” Kimberly asked. “Eat it, duh… haven’t you heard of sushi before?” Amber smiled at the weird face Kimberly was making. “That’s gross!” she exclaimed because she hated sushi. “You don’t have to eat it if you don’t want to.” Ian said. “I can’t believe this. You too?!... Don’t even think of kissing me after eating that.”

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Werewolves may not care about nudity when shifting, but at any other time most of us had normal human boundaries. "Not that I don't like that idea, babe, but I had another game in mind." Max not wanting me to get naked was odd, whatever this game was it was more important to him than that. "So, tell me then. What are we playing?" "It's called Where Will I Be." His gaze was fixed firmly on me, there was a seriousness to it that belied the humour in his voice. "We tell each other where we think we'll be in five years time."

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“We don't know where it came from.” I watched him examine the pendant before noticing something engraved on the back. My name. SERAPHINA VALE. I stepped closer. There was another line beneath it, so small that I almost missed it. Adrian turned the pendant slightly, allowing the light from the candle to fall across the engraving. Four words appeared beneath my name. You have already died once. For several seconds, I could only stare at the message. I had known that. At least, I thought I had.

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Eli held his hands up in the air and said, "Fine, fine, take away all the fun of letting your big brother have a peak of whatever delicious little creature you have down there." Eli sniffed the air. Whoever she was, she smelt fantastic. He had never smelt something so good before. The air smelled of sea salt and coconuts, like he just took a tropical trip to a far away island. His wolf stirred and didn't want to leave, but Eli needed to give his brother some space to finish up. He would get a chance to meet his little brother's new play thing eventually. Ethan never was serious with whoever he dated because he knew he would end up like Eli, having to choose a mate based on his parents' picki

Though the tank was dry, it bristled with sharp scrap metal. Callum cowered behind Sienna, clutching a fruit knife. He was trembling, but his eyes burned with venom. "Violet! You finally came!" Seeing me, Sienna let out a crazed laugh. "You thought you could see through those pop-up messages, didn't you? You thought you'd already won? Let's see who can save you this time!" Before I died in my previous life, she told me it was a brainwave interference technology she developed. It was to be used with AR glasses. It was designed specifically to manipulate people like me who had just returned to wealthy families and were emotionally vulnerable.