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She had always minded her business, and her roommate was the only friend she had— Titi had been a ghost, even while alive. When her roommate returned from an all night study at the school library, she didn't find Titi sleeping like she would normally do, after reading through the night. She found a scene that looked like a gothic art installation. Titi was slumped over their wooden reading desk, her cheek resting against an open textbook as if she had simply grown tired of studying. But the dark crimson, sluggish pool spreading across the white pages of Introduction to Social Psychology told a different story. The most chilling part wasn't the body. It was the vanity mirror hung on the wall.

A wall was up and I was looking in from a small window on the outside. I haven't even realised it yet, but I have been crying. Wet streams are just flowing without question down my cheeks. I can tell, because it has a ticklish effect on my skin. The doctor noticed me, "Mam this is a private room, I would need you to leave or I will have to call security." As the words make their way into my brain like cutting shears, Noah returns from the alternate universe he was trapped in just moments ago. Our eyes met as the door shut behind me.

Inside, the air felt colder. Thicker. Like every book here breathed a little on its own. Some were chained shut with silver locks. Some had covers made from materials I didn’t want to guess at—scales, bone, darkened velvet. Alaric reached for one specific volume. Thick. Heavy. Black leather with a sigil embossed on the front: a circle surrounding a cracked mirror. “This,” he said quietly, “is the kingdom’s only known complete record on necromancy.”

“No, what does it mean?” “Lucy is one of the Cambions, the half demons, the ones prophcied to kill the Nephilim.” Ornais pointed out, staring off. Daniel had no idea what he was talking about. He knew about the prophecy but he never really paid attention to what it really said. All he knew was that if he managed to fuck up collecting Abigial’s soul Azazel, Abaddon, and Lucifer would have not only his head but Elizabeths as well. Now that the deal with the Seven was secure, Daniel no longer had to play their little game.

But he never reached me. When I opened my eyes back up I was startled to find that large beast pinned against the wall by a very angry looking Lucas. Only this time, Lucas’ eyes had turned completely black, on his head stood two large horns that curled around themselves in perfect spirals. His white hair falling around his face messily. His hands had formed into talons which where currently pressed against the bodyguards throat, his nails digging into the skin drawing blood. Tormund was trying desperately to overthrow Lucas but to no avail. The more he thrashed about, the bright the shade of puce he came as Lucas cut off his air supply. Before I could comprehend what was happening, Lucas’ na

Anne wished they hadn’t spoken to that batty old man, listening to his riddles and dead-end tales. The later discovery of alternate tales, crude folklore and legends betrayed by a handful of the old or wandering mad reinforced Damon’s suspicions of an ancient grave site, though there was no recorded information of its existence until Damon’s final research paper. There Damon recounted it by name, “The Mourner’s Cradle.”

I know that he will run at the back door just to run away from me, to save his life, but I will not allow that, because there’s a debt that he needs to pay, and the payment is his LIFE. I went back inside the house and went upstairs to my room. I took Kera out and told her that there will be a big game that will happen later, and she needs to watch because she will be my only audience aside from my mom and dad inside my heart necklace. She said “Yes” to it and I know she is also excited like me. I put her at the top of the cabinet, for her to watch clearly and I wrote “MORTEM” on a piece of paper with my blood and let her hold it. After a few hours of waiting. I heard Mang Berto’s pickup tru

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Was I that easy to read? “Mehnn…I love sluts.” That was Cinnamon. “Someone, get the blindfold.” Brown ordered before stroking my face and whispering “I don’t need your hands, your mouth will do. Do you understand?” I nodded. “But don’t worry, I will,” Green added. As if in a trance, I took my gaze to his erection and I couldn’t look away.” It was long and curvy….absolute perfection. I practically drooling until everything went dark….fuck blindfolds.

Where I felt like a crumpled mess, Rayne's gaze was blank as if he had not just kissed the life out of me. I maintain my stubborn stance even though I desperately want to flee from the foreign feelings his touch brings to me. His fingers caress my skin, harshly yet enjoyable. How am I supposed to explain this conflicting feelings. "I have no idea what you are talking about," I said in reply to his earlier statement. My voice shook as I spoke. His gaze darkened for the third time that night and the next things he said was like a confirmation to my delusional palette. "Get down on your knees, Lilith." My name on Rayne's lips right now is like a curse, a testament to my impending doom.