Why were you the only person in the Moon Dorms that was not a part of the Night Class? Why were you placed into dorms with people you hardly ever saw; when you were in class they were asleep, and vice versa?
It was all confusing to you, but you just remained silent and went with it- it was the Chairman's request after all, who were you to question his choice? You were just the new girl.
You had pored over these thoughts for the past month, never reaching an answer. Every time you had decided to confront the leader of the dorm, Kaname Kuran, your resolve had withered under his gaze. You admitted that you were attracted the boy, but there was something about him- about all the Night Class- that was just...off.
Deciding that your seatin
It was Saturday, 12:10 to be exact. You were out taking a walk through one of your favorite spots on the trolls' planet: a large, dense woodland full of the whispering of leaves, the calls of many hidden birds, and the quiet steady crunching of your shoes on the brown gravel path you were following. The large leafy bushes that flanked your path were filled with the scufflings of tiny creatures darting about looking for food while trying to avoid detection. A cool breeze lifted your (h/l) (h/c) hair behind you as you kept on, the strange brigh
"A quote from or about your character."
- Book, Chapter
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A bulky dark brown tabby tom trotted across the snow, his massive paws lifting off snow as he padded forward. This warrior was known as Tigerclaw, Thunderclan's deputy. Following close behind was a pale tabby tom named Longtail, a follower of Tigerclaw, who couldn't hold a mrrow of laughter at Fireheart's pathetic look. The handsome ginger tom was soaked wet with spiky ice formed on the tip of his tail. Just moments earlier, Fireheart had fallen into the icy current of a river that was flowing around the border of Thunderclan's territory. But the true reason for his fall into the river was that, due to the floods happening around the forest lately, the
She wrung the coffee out of the front of her shirt, made damn sure that all of her doors and windows were locked, and called Mike.
"Yeah? Sandie? That you?"
"You don't know anything about this, do you?"
"Mike, there's a zombie on my back porch. It's leaving smears on the glass door. Is it yours?"
"I... Could you repeat that?"
"Zombie, Mike. It's a dead body in a puddle of nasty, and it's leaving more nasty on my door. God, I can even smell it. This is one thorough job, man."
She edged away from the door, keeping an eye on the intruder beyond the glass. It was bloated and purple with decay, green and black fungus speckling its face. There was fluid coming out of its mouth and dripping from its nose. It had no eyes, and all indication of sex or age had rotted away.
"Robotic, maybe? One of its legs is about to fall off. You didn't sic one of your Cyber Derby friends
The Price of Loving You
Chapter 1: The Devil in Disguise
-Time skip to several hours ahead-
You wake up abruptly from your alarm clock on your headboard at 5:00 a.m. in the morning, spitting out profanities for forgetting to disable the alarm considering you didn't have work today. You turn off the alarm and lay back down to the bed. But then it hit you - you have never set the alarm to go off at 5:00 a.m. in the morning considering the fact that you don't even work in the mornings, but instead late afternoons, and you swore to yourself that you had the alarm disabled since a couple of days ago. You were too startled to go back to sleep, and your heartbeats racing fast to the point that you had to gasp for some air. You decide to just get up and clean your messy room so that way you wouldn't have to do it later during the day. You then noticed your computer was on...again. You start to get a little freaked out
I stepped back for a second. "Me? Your m-master?" The request had left me dumbstruck. The Riolu stepped a bit closer. "Yes, I-, I saw you in the tournament and you looked so cool and stuff, and I want you to teach me to be strong like you!" That voice! I had heard it before. It was back in the jail cell. "But I want to see Brandon!" It was the same voice as the person who was arguing with the Walrein guard! "Was it, was it you who was trying to see me?" I asked. He nodded. "Yup, it was me." I was still a bit dazzled. "Um, Gonzalo," I started, "Please, call me AB or Bear," he said. He had a necklace with the letters AB on it. "AB?" I