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"Before you took me back, I grew up in this instance. The three bosses here are my family. So tell me—what's wrong with calling this my turf? And if someone orders me around in my own turf, shouldn't they get slapped?" Laughter immediately erupted around us. One veteran player even wiped tears from his eyes from laughing too hard. "Little Missy, did your dad hit you so hard you went stupid? You actually dare say the three bosses of Happy Home are your family?" Not a single person believed me. After all, the survival rate of this instance was terrifyingly low. The red-clad female ghost had once slaughtered an entire room of players in three seconds, then hung their corpses upside down from tr

We don't retreat. We sharpen. And somewhere underneath all the sarcasm and fake escape plans, something inside me shifts anyway. The moon hangs pale outside my bedroom window. Tomorrow it'll be full. Tomorrow somebody will probably get bonded whether they like it or not. Tomorrow half the wolves in the territory will lose their minds. I close my eyes slowly. "Let the moon do its worst," I whisper. Because if there's going to be madness tomorrow— it won't just belong to the moon.

It was the kind of Christmas Eve I had always loved; cozy, familiar, safe. "Werewolves." My cousin whispered dramatically, leaning forward so the younger kids hung on her every word. "They hunt in the night, their eyes glowing red, their claws sharp enough to tear through bone. And when they catch you..." She paused, lowering her voice to a chilling whisper. "...They drink your blood and turn you into werewolves!!" The children shrieked in unison, clutching each other, their wide eyes reflecting the firelight. My cousin burst into laughter, clearly pleased with herself.

I stood there dripping, swallowed by the dark. … After a long while, a bitter and hollow chuckle escaped my lips as I drifted back to my room like a ghost. That night, I came down with a fever. In my delirium, I thought I smelled the disinfectant Elliot always carried. When I focused on the scent, I also caught the cloying sweetness of Chloe's perfume—the scent I hated with every fiber of my being. Two days had passed by the time I could get up and about. There were only four days left before the wedding.

Alexandra POV “You have nothing to be nervous about. It’s just a Halloween party,” my best friend Emmie said. Easy for her to say she hasn’t been banned from every gathering since she arrived here for being a half-human. “It’s my first one,” I sighed. “Besides, there’s a full moon tonight.” “And?” “Everyone’s going to be hypersensitive and strong.” “You’re overreacting,” she said, flipping her jet black hair over her shoulder. “Maybe you’re right. I’ll just stick close to Xavier.”

she replied with genuine warmth before serving Joseph the meticulously prepared dinner. Joseph savored each bite, he couldn't help but reflect on the simple pleasures of life that he held dear. The harmonious melodies of Mozart, the company of his faithful companion Goldie, and the culinary delights prepared by Poppy, all of these elements combined to create a sanctuary where he found solace amidst the complexities of his world. As the meal concluded, Poppy shared a piece of information that piqued Joseph's interest. "Mr. Halston, I heard that tomorrow is a full moon," she mentioned casually.

I'd parted the zipper that runs up to my neck down just enough to show off my cleavage, giving a nice sneak peak to what I'd hidden underneath. Somner's eyes dart down to the stretch of skin briefly. Gotcha. "Was wondering if you had any festivities in mind?" I smile at him. One of the more deeply ingrained rituals—and one of my favorites—is an ode to the gods. Getting into a heated entanglement under the full moon and giving yourself over the pleasure that comes with fucking on Halloween is almost a rite of passage. "Depends," he tilts his head to the side. "You offering?"

Still the perfect phase for necromancy, which flourished in the death of the old moon and the rebirth of the new, a magical tipping point for the delicate work of crossing the line between life, death, and undeath. A line I hadn’t meant to cross tonight. I mean, it was December twenty-third. I wasn’t much for the family holiday bullshit, but even I wouldn’t be crass enough to purposely raise the undead two days before Christmas, not when Nate had gotten so fucking excited about the idea of decorating and cooking and making it a thing. I meant to make hiding upstairs my thing as much as possible, and if anyone suggested I sing, there might be blood. But I could do my small part for goodwill f

Hunting? Oh, fuck! Creepy dude is a vampire! I have to be hallucinating. That cunt waitress spiked my drink…that’s it. I will just go to my hotel room and sleep this off. With swift assurance, he confronted the creature of darkness, transforming fear into fierce defiance just in time to save me from becoming another fleeting memory in this city's web of mysterious night terrors. "You can’t protect her forever, mutt," the creepy guy said before he disappeared.

Red snuggled closer to Reed, breathing in his intoxicating cologne while his fingers traced electrifying circles on her hip. She couldn't help but feel extremely horny to be sharing such a kinky experience like this with him. “Today is October 20th, 2020. Our fucking 20th birthday. We are the freaking spooky kids. Why the fuck should we be intimidated by anything?” Light’s deep voice pierced the eerie silence. His cold expression held no traces of fear as he glanced between his friends, from the couple among them to those who were always at each other's throats.