Novel & Cerita Ms Fangirl

He walked to the window—looked out at the dark cliffs. “They want to break the rules?” he murmured. His reflection stared back—perfect, unreadable. “Then we break them back.” In the cafeteria, the noise reached fever pitch. Students stood on benches for better views. Phones flashed like strobe lights. The Fang feed hit 2 million views. Nico looked up from the table—saw the chaos, the stares, the cameras. Then he looked at the four queens. Elara—grinning, gold eyes blazing with defiance.

He looked beside him to Number 3 who was still staring at the pictures of the Alpha and Luna. Finally, the folder was flipped closed. “Aye.” “Motion carries.” Number 2 nodded. “Now, we need to send a messenger to the SilverFang pack and tell them the news. “No need.” Number 3 smiled. “I’ll invite them in person.” She flipped her long blonde hair over her shoulder and smiled wider, flashing her silver teeth. “After all. She is my daughter.” ~~~The Demon of SilverFang~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~Fin~~~~~~~~~~~~

she says, looking at me sharply. "Well yes, but I.." I start to say, and she groans. "Her inner fae side is coming out. As soon as she entered the realm, her body was instantly triggered to break through. Like a caterpillar soon to be a butterfly. Now all we can do is wait. " she tells me, and my eyes widen in shock.

Amy eyes me carefully like she’s trying to figure out if I’m weird or just socially unfortunate. Well, probably both. “I know you,” I blurt out nervously. “From Country Girl. You’re... you’re gorgeous on screen but even prettier in person.” Fangirling. That's the perfect strategy to make this interaction less awkward. Her expression softens just slightly, meaning it's working. “Thanks?” she says, adjusting the bag on her shoulder. “You almost freaked me out with the staring, though.” “I know,” I cringe. “I’m really sorry.”

He was flirting with her obviously, and Madison laughed heartily, like he had just shared the funniest joke in the world with her. Vanessa scoffed as she watched the flirting couple too. “That bitch” she whispered to herself, but, Mark, her boyfriend, who was also Samson’s best friend, and was seated next to her heard her. “Watch it babe, you’re fixating” he said, grinning at her. Vanessa turned to him. “No I’m not fixating” she said, “I’m just quietly hating on this bitch. I hate her….and I hate that I hate her.”

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The women stood. "You are dead, Fredock," Zenya told him. "Are a bunch of fucking cunts going to kill me?" A shaky smile returned to his face. Zenya spoke into the minds of the women. "Don't listen to him. He wants a quick death and tries to anger us." "It will not be quick," Esta promised aloud. The other women agreed. "You would be beautiful if you had two arms, bitch." His words were for Talya. She didn't back down, cry, or show emotion. "I will pull out your guts with one." Her cold eyes showed hatred far beyond what her teenage years should.

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.”

She screeches and my eyebrows shoot up before I let out a loud laugh. "Listen here, Sadie. You are not my girlfriend. You never were and you never will be. I used you to piss of Briar and for a fuck when I needed one. That's it. I never made you any promises, I never gave you any sweet words. I gave you dirty sex and that's all. I didn't realize you thought this was something else." I say and her mouth gapes in shock before cold hard anger replaces it.

From the doorway, Ember’s voice answered low, “They’re quiet because they feel it too.” The war room had become a place of constant tension. Link stood over the stone table, palms flat, while Ember, Micah, and four regional Alphas argued over lines on the map. “No,” one of them snapped. “This isn’t Umbra. This is older.” “We all know the stories,” Ember said coldly. “But if it’s what we fear—if the Forgotten Fang is real—we’re not just dealing with war. We’re dealing with corruption. This thing doesn't fight in battles. It hollows you out from the inside.”