Weirdo Novels & Stories

"I'm a goody two shoes and I'm a prude and I like to do my homework and I absolutely definitely don't know how to be friends with all around bad boys and ..." "Well, if you don't know how to be friends with a wanton because you're a good girl—" He lays emphasis on wanton, a word I'd used randomly many days ago in his room and I visibly swallow "—then there's only one solution. Welcome to the wanton train, good girl. Hope you enjoy the ride." This is what I get for not keeping my mouth shut.

I told her to come in and she came into my office and brought a piece of paper with her. “The delivery man is from a company called Pairdeer. It’s a new delivery service and they offer a lot, not just food deliveries. They offer to pay your bills for you as well as do your grocery shopping. They’re fairly new, that's why the uniform was unfamiliar.” She explained. I looked at the paper she brought in that contained all of the information regarding the company.

His forehead creased, as if hearing a ridiculous statement. "See? It's ridiculous, right? I mean, how can I be your--" "But you are my mate. "I trailed off, hearing his words. Wait, did I hear it right? "U-uhm, what?! "I hysterically laughed. "Nice joke, dude. How can I be your mate? I'm not even a werewolf. " I immediately stopped laughing when I noticed he wasn't smiling nor even near from it. Why do I feel like he's not joking?

No vacation time in the past three years, and no sick leave. I'd wracked up my days for just this occasion. I knew when I finally got my hands on her again it was going to take at least that long for me to feel like I'd put my stamp on her. I just needed these fucks to finish up this deal so I could burn their asses and be done with it. There had been an influx of new crank coming into the US from Europe of all places. This shit made everything that came before it look like child's play. It was supposedly laced with some chemical that some twisted fuck in Russia concocted in a lab and was geared strictly towards the US.

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“Freak.” My steps slowed slightly. “Ignore them.” I said to myself. I tried to ignore it, but the uncomfortable feeling in my chest kept growing. By the time I reached my locker, my head already hurt. I spun the locker open tiredly, then froze. My books were scattered everywhere inside. Some pages had been ripped badly. And written across one of my notebooks in thick black marker were the words. WEIRDO. What the hell? My throat suddenly felt dry. Students nearby had started staring already as whispers spread quickly around the hallway.

Then he fell into dead silence again. Celeste was bewildered. This was not the Jeremy she knew. "You are not abducted by the aliens, are you? Speak the code if you're not." Since werewolves were real, why wouldn't the aliens be? Celeste was in no position to question the existence of other mysterious creatures. Jeremy cackled. "I'm fine, Cel. Just leave me for the shower. And to address your concerns, WOOFWOOF." "Copy that. See you at dinner, Woof Jeremy!" Celeste giggled.

“That’s what sisters are for. Now go pass out before I make us watch Hercules next.” As Serenya disappeared into the guest room with a yawn, Cheyenne grabbed her phone, curled up on the couch, and opened her group text. Queen Alpha👑🐺: 🌙 Hey witches and weirdos. Field tomorrow at noon. Bring your weapons, good vibes, and don’t be late. 💥 Isolde 🦇: Define “weirdos.” Queen Alpha👑🐺: You, obviously. Nalia 🔥🕊️: