The Four Sides of Desire
If there was one thing an Everwood didn’t have to worry about, it was money, but that’s really the only good thing about being one in my opinion.
With a coffee and muffin in hand, I made my way to my first class of the day, my preceptorial about Creating Monsters, and as soon as I stepped foot into the classroom I almost turned around and walked away.
He was in my class. The guy was in my class. Mr. Werewolf from yesterday. Oh no. Oh no, no, no... I did not need this. This was the last thing I needed.
Wait. Wait—keep your cool, Eleonore, I reminded myself. You only bumped into him. That was all. His eyes might’ve flashed gold, but he shouldn’t want trouble either. The supernatural stayed sec
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