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I was sure that he could fuck me until I saw stars. Before I could give the handsome stranger an answer, I felt a hand tug my arm with force, pulling me away from the guy swiftly. “Hey man! What the fuck!”yelled the beautiful stranger as he became smaller and smaller, nearly out of sight. I could hardly see in the darkened area where I was being led to. My heart raced, and I feared the worse. Was I being attacked? I didn’t have a weapon, but I tried to remember all the self-defense lessons Lisa and I had taken that summer. And where the fuck was security?

Perhaps extremely unpleasantly prolonged in time . Kit shuddered and a new wave of perspiration covered her body. Images from the most terrifying thrillers and horror films ever seen flashed through my head. At once I remembered all the stories I read about real crazy perverts who did monstrous things with their victims! Tears welled up in my eyes and it became impossible to breathe again.

She didn't want to hear anymore of the frightening story. "Don't tell me you're all scared. It's a myth, I made it up!" John smirked, his eyes gazing at the scared faces of his girlfriend and friends. "Ha ha ha, scared? I've never been scared of anything in my life!" Rocky roared in laughter as he rose from the ground. "Scary stories don't scare me. I'm gonna pee!" He uttered still grinning. "Don't wander far into the woods, you never know who you'll meet." John warned in a playful but spooky voice.

There is just something about the dark that is so scary. I might be a werewolf but those ghost stories do scare the hell out of me. I kept imagining seeing things as we walked through the forest. A tree that looked like a giant person, a short person with a big head and no eyes. ‘Ahhhhh, what in the world is wrong with you? You are supposed to be the strongest, bravest she-wolf but here you are being afraid of ghosts,' my wolf said and I chuckled. I did that to wake her up, she had been too quiet for my liking.

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Speak what's on your mind straight to me. The young wolf lost valuable seconds in fear as he gave his packmates nervous looks until he finally chose to speak. He kept his strong voice despite his shaking words when he said we had heard enough stories. “The Night Terrors are killers. Do you expect us to join them? To believe them?” The everyday fire of Celia came out as she walked closer while mocking their comments. She ignored the stories with a twisted smirk on her face. What number of those stories came from packs that feared our existence? The packs that tried to suppress our power because we stood against their false conduct?"

control! "I'm not living in yours!" Came my authoritative tone. "No one asked to." He copied my pitch. "Take the one beside mine." "The farthest one." "Take the store room then." Is it possible that i stab someone and not be called as a criminal? "Live beside mine. I hope you have seen those horror stories , based on true incidents. The whole villa would be as sillent as a graveyard, at night. And i'm a heavy sleeper." Colour faded from my face as a fear crept inside me, out of no where. What if winds blew and the windows danced with it? What if ....

The second brow came up. "Okay. Fine. I still find it kind of weird. I don't get how we are together but that doesn't mean I'm going to be scared or uncomfortable to see you in your lycan form," I shrugged, knowing fully well that I just spilled a white lie. The stories I had heard of Lycans as a child always frightened me more than I liked to admit. I heard they were eight foot tall humanoid monsters that could tear you apart with a single snap of their teeth. My mother always used to tell my brother and I those stories when we acted naughty to keep us in line.

Sophie The moon hangs high in the night sky, casting an ethereal glow over the fairgrounds. The usual joyous atmosphere twists into an eerie tension as Damian's secret unravels before my eyes. I stand frozen for a moment, my fascination momentarily overpowering the fear that should consume me. The tales of werewolves have always been distant echoes, whispered warnings from from my grandmother to keep curious minds like mine at bay. Yet, here I am, on the front lines of a supernatural battle, witnessing the transformation of humans into majestic, fearsome creatures.

"And it's pointless arguing with you Sabastien'. I headed downstairs only to see the others there. Cary and Jude were playing chess and Circe's head was rested on Jude's shoulder. '(THAT WITCH,JUST LOOK AT THE WAY SHE'S ACTING LIKE SHE BELONGS HERE)'. Sue and Sia were discussing and having a drink in the bar section while Hunter and Alia were sitted on the couch arguing over something I was sure was irrelevant. I walked up to them and sat on the couch beside them. Hunter stopped arguing with Alia and faced me "Hear me out Axel, I said THE CONJURING is the scariest movie but Alia said A QUIET PLACE is worse,so what do you think?". "The Conjuring is far more scarier" I said without even needin