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not like this. To Be Continued...

Alex asked, poking a metal fork at one. "A- yes ma'am." Alex scrunched her nose in disgust. She knew it. "What's this then?" She tipped the glass of pink stuff towards him. "That's rooart. It's made from fermented moss." "It's not too bad," she said, taking a generous sip. Weylin looked away. "How old are you?" she asked in between roars of excitement from the crowd. "Seventeen cycles, ma'am." "Call me Alex, not ma'am. It makes me feel old."

The abandoned warehouse where the party was taking place was nothing special. Really, it was just a hiding place to get away from our parents. They didn’t care if we drank at home or not it was just their views that hurt us. I sit against the cold grey wall sipping a beer. This was my time to relax from expectations. I didn’t have to prove anything to anyone. The vamps and the werewolves were still very much separated but tolerant of each other. The vampires just had to have everything they wanted. I still hated them for what they did to my pack. I hate them for their prejudices and their know-it-allness, but I didn’t hate them for everything. As proven by the vampire queen, not her dick hus

I scented sarcasm and it fluttered through my ears. I stopped midway and turned around to face her. She was now sitting properly on the couch, staring straight at me. "If I feel horny, I don't care if it's daytime or nighttime. I also don't care where. I can fvck a woman anywhere in my house. Even on that hard couch!" as I pointed at the sofa she was sitting on, she hastily got up feeling disgusted. Her mouth grimaced at the impact of getting up abruptly. Obviously, her hips were hurt.

He knew someday it would all make sense. ***** Little Theatre ***** Fluff and dog food after murdering together, what a great couple. My therapist: You're mentally unstable. Me: Aren't we all? Yoshiki & kenchiki: Author get lost, you're polluting the air. Me: Runs away crying heartbreakingly. Daisuke: children with such ungrateful things, glad I'm never having any. Unknown: Hubby!!, daddy!! Daisuke: Noooo!! Kenchiki kicks away annoying light bulbs.

She stands to her feet, and realization dawns through my fuzzy brain. I scream, "NO," as Rosy launches herself at our attacker. Purple flashes, and Rosy hits the ground. Blood pours from her chest, and my eyes see nothing but red. Rage overflows from every pore in my body. My skin explodes, and white fur covers me. The whole room fills with a blinding red glow. I turn towards the beautifully evil witch and sink my teeth into her throat before she can even gasp.

It was so much that she was feeling suffocated. “You’re so wrong. Fucking so wrong! I don’t understand what disability you have, so you’re treating me like this! You’re sick and you’re in dire need of a fucking treatment, Hades. Just leave me!” “Never.” “Bloody jerk! Asshat! Sick bastard! Foxy dunce! You’re a beast!” She pointed every word at him. “I warned you.” He stepped closer. She did not back away. She even glared back at him, when he was glaring at her as if he would chew her raw.

I don't know this feeling but I hate it It sucks. ~~~~

She collected samples, ran tests, and observed every reaction with swift, practiced precision. Half an hour later, she stopped. Her expression had turned grave. "It's a lethal paralytic called Witherfall. The toxin has progressed to 70%. One more dose will trigger a complete eruption. You will…" She paused, unable to suppress the anger and reluctance in her voice. "You will be fully paralyzed and lose the ability to speak. The cruelest part is that your mind will remain clear. You will lie trapped in bed like a living corpse, fully conscious, for years, perhaps decades, until your life slowly fades."