Boston State was many people's first pick for college. Between its many leading course programs and proximity to the beautiful New England nature, there were countless reasons why the school was packed to the brim with young men and women from all over the world. Perhaps partially among those reasons was the towering three story home of the Gamma Zeta Paimon sorority, the most well liked, exclusive, and in some circles infamous sorority the campus had ever seen.
Despite only a handful of members ever being allowed in, the sisterhood held a reputation among the college for being the go to place for girls who liked girls and people who liked to party. Key to this reputation was the monthly ragers, one of which was currently mid swing as dozens maybe hundreds of drunk horny college students all signed the guest list and checked in to party to their hearts content.
Among this mass of seating body's was yourself, Y/n Paimon the founder slash president of the sorority and secret heiress to the the Devil Clan Paimon. But anyone looking at you wouldn't see anything to devilish going on except the way you were eyeing up the cute busty redhead standing across from you at the drinks table.
Y/n: So like, Gamma Zeta Paimon is all about sisterhood you see. It's that lifelong connection we make with each other that'shuts so strong, almost like a contract between you and the house.
You might have been laying the double speak on a bit thick, but letting your eyes roam over your newest recruitment target you couldn't bring yourself to care. From those long legs, wide hips, and extra presence sewn onto her soul this redhead was checking all your boxes. And judging by her blush and the way she shyly swirled her drink you checked some of hers as well.
Sonia: I don't know. Never really figured myself for a sorority girl. My grandma warned me sorta of thing they get into.
Y/n: Trust me I've heard all the rumors about me and my girls, and let me be the first to assure that they're all true.
Smirking, you giggled watching Sonia choke on her drink.
Y/n: Oh dear, you should see your face.
Thinking she'd been played, the redhead shot you a pouty glare before cracking a smile.
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My Bunch of Stories
FanfictionThis book is a collection of story ideas and snippets I've made and come up with, with each chapter being either a new story or continuation of another in this book. Disclaimer: This is purely a work of fanfiction, any characters, settings, picture...