A life of which demons, spells, and contracts all exist with the girls of Samson forever to be followed by a Curse/contract. Camilla the youngest, knows the dark old terrifying creatures AS she quickly learns the old stories and secrets her grandmum...
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There stood a tall man his bright eyes glinting as he sealed the deal with the principle, they shook hands and parted ways. From this day forward Crosswood had a new history teacher.
Camila walked into class laughing with her friend. Walking to her desk, she chatted with her classmates not even noticing the treacherous person on the board.
Her friends went silent staring in awe. Looking up to see a handsome man, his blackish brown hair and tan skin enchanted his entire frame. As he turned, he was handsome, eyes a bright green. His full lips a tan pink. The girls giggled at him. Rebecca, who was part of the slut squad, got up puffing out her non-existent boobs. Her shorts were riding up her ass. Everyone sitting behind her had a view that no one wanted to see.
Rolling my eyes, I watched the scene play out, with my pencil absently drawing out eyes.
"Are you are the new teacher? " She said in innocence, twirling her disgusting dyed blonde hair.
What am I thinking? Was I this mean?
"I am." His voice was deep and oddly familiar.
" How old are you sir?" she drew out, stepping up to his desk and leaning over to give him a full show.
" I am 22. I do not see how that is any of your concern" He said with a smile, no it's was sickly sweet. Rebecca sat on the teacher's desk, unhinged by his apparent rejection of her. The slut probably thinking he has loved her, pathetic.
He moved around her. "Please get off the desk."
She sulked back to her desk in huff sitting down.
"Alright now that everyone is settled in, my Name is Mr. Avarizia. "
