I feel sorry for him. Oliver I mean. I feel as if I am one of the only things keeping him afloat in the rough sea of the life we live. I glance at my schedule. Oh. The English essay. As I sit down, the teacher hands out the work.
I look over it, sighing. 300 words? in 3 days? Manageable, but still... I spend my time working on the essay, and recieve a message from a friend on my phone. I open the message, and find its a... Invitation? To a party? I will take them up on that offer! I reply with a yes, and ask if I can bring a friend. Oliver might enjoy being out, for once in his life.
After class, I head down home, taking a route close to the party area for tomorrow, to scout it out. It seems like a slightly rowdy neighbourhood, people blasting music, a grill going on in the background, the smell of cooked meat wafting by. Seems like a good place. I keep walking by, finally arriving home. First thing I do, turn on the PC, and boot up elden ring.
After a hellish gaming session, I finally go to sleep, unaware of what the consequences of my actions that day would lead to...
I wouldn't sleep like this for the next few weeks.
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Unwilling. (A Werewolf Book)
WerewolfIt came over me that night. A hunger. A hunger I couldn't satiate. It filled my body, and as much as I tried to resist, it pained. After that, I gave in. Note: This is NOT a romance werewolf novel. I intended this to be the opposite, to be what we...
