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He nudged her knees with his foot until she made a noise of protest and then grudgingly shifted half an inch. “Just need ten minutes of doomscrolling before I doom‑sleep,” he said. “Romantic,” she muttered, eyes still on her own screen. He smirked and opened a browser. An article about urban legends melted into a link roundup about horror web serials. He clicked one without thinking, thumb lazy. The site that loaded wasn’t flashy. Plain white background. Black text. Username at the top: **InkAndAshes**. Title: **SURVIVAL GAME – EPISODE 1: THE BUS**

Pepper Rei felt the dread Creeping up her back, When she saw Hundreds and Thousands of shapes, Reaching her tacke Not souls, but bodies they latched, Gurgling sound and distorted face They filled the space, To master Pepper Rei Who was very new to this illusion She wanted to flee the site of nightmares So she screamed some more to wake Her up from this nasty dream But her screams followed More horrid scenes With dripping blood and popping eyes She now felt little Missy Huddled closely with her left leg Till footsteps hurried and soothed The ruffled girl With love and pecks but ignored Pepper Rei

Hundreds of thousands of years later, Lycanthropes still roamed the earth, disguised as humans and could morph from man to monster at will. To look through the book and see detailed explanations of physical traits such as immense strength, one could be persuaded to believe that what the author was saying was true. If I believed in conspiracy theories, I might would have considered believing it myself. I sighed before closing the book. No matter how much I tried to distract myself with fairytales, I couldn't keep my mind from wondering to Cain. If I was honest with myself, I needed to focus on finding my grandfather for more than just the purpose of finding him. needed the distraction. Which

SARAH'S POV I sat there in the cold dark alley for quite a while and not even a rat passed by, I was starting to get scared when I heard faint laughter, more like a chuckle from afar. The sound became louder and clearer. It was no longer just the sound of laughter, I could now hear footsteps approaching. The closer they came the clearer their voices, they sound like nice people, I should probably ask them for help. What will I say though, I can't possibly tell them that I'm a vampire princess who came here through a porthole and woke up, then blacked out, then woke up again in a place where I was stabbed with needles and driven away by the smell of blood and somehow ended up here with no one

“Isn’t that related to prostitution? I mean, giving out your body for money or service?” “If you choose to see it that way, then sure. But it was a last-minute thing and there are no laws against it. Neither are you hurting anyone.” She patted his arm and then moved to place the empty tray on the counter. “Think about it and let me know. I can help accompany you to Bad and Boogie. It’s a renowned werewolf breeding zone under the guise of a bar. I trust you’ll find an important personality there tomorrow. We’ll be lucky, I hope.”

A fresh photo pops right up onto the display, showing my young, stupid self taking a thick envelope of pack resources from that creepy old rogue woman winters ago. Another text line blinks right below the dark image: "Your greedy hands took the resources and sold your fertile wolf body to a stranger. Then your belly got pregnant with cubs out of nowhere. Does your heart not want to know exactly which dominant alpha male fucked your skin and fathered your twin pups that night?" My skin starts shaking so bad I can barely hold the plastic, a huge wave of dirty sickness filling my stomach. My thumbs slam the keys to send a fast reply: "Who are you? What is your sick purpose? How do your eyes kno

He stood up and walked to where he used to out his books, he took a small but old looking book and came back to where he was sitting, next to me. "I read it in this book , there is a certain theory which say that people might have ghost clones, these clones looks and dresses exactly like the original you and they can do anything you can do. Sometimes if you are lucky you can have a good clone but if you are unlucky you are likely to have a bad and evil clone , which means you are unlucky because yours is evil" he explained. His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories.

"This is the Dreamscape. You can think of it like astral projection. Right now, it's your soul versus mine. Nobody in or out until we do this the hard way." Lily smiled, licking her lips. "You see, I just need your cum to complete the transaction. I was hoping to get you off in your sleep, swallowing your seed and your life force with it. The fact that you broke free though, that makes you special." Lily grabbed a handful of her bountiful breasts, jiggling them in her hands. "Do you like what you see?"

Lucas, the swimming team captain and the school's biggest playboy, texted. As a response to his text, I roll my eyes and inquire, "Oh, really, when did you have time to think about me when you're busy as usual being a womanizer?" I knew very well last night that he didn't leave without a girl under his arm. Lucas changes girlfriends, just like the days in the calendar. No one has ever seen him with the same girl for two days. And there's a rumor going around school that he loves sex so much that he cannot go without it for a week. He's no different from a vampire who craves blood, but rather a man-whore who enjoys sleeping around with different females.

Andrea, at 24, had turned her little brother's birthday parties into a masterclass of deception and desire. Every year, the house buzzed with energy,streamers dangling from the ceiling, kids darting around with sugar fueled chaos, and parents chatting over punch bowls. But beneath the facade, it was all for her. Specifically, for the clown. It began four years ago, a sweltering summer afternoon when she slipped away from the noise to her room. There he was, the enigmatic performer with his garish makeup and oversized shoes, but his pants were down, his enormous cock in hand, stroking it with slow, deliberate motions. It was massive, thick as her wrist, the head glistening with excitement. Sh