#𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐗𝐅𝐄𝐌𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ✘o🗓 » [ living a quiet, boring life was all you knew until an invite from an old classmate causes interaction with an alluring stranger. who knew a simple game would play a part in a major turn of events, for better or worse. enjoy this short story of a young girls' experience with the trials and tribulations of her summer before college.] ─ 𖥻 𝘂nlock𝗲d top tier content ꗃ. 𖣠̸

"I never really wondered what dying felt like, but I thought it would hurt more to be honest. It just feels like floating through time and space, everything dark yet comforting. The thought that everything was going to be okay passed through my mind. So I guess this is what dying feels like." Tyler Calypso, a goofy human girl with a knack of attracting chaos, finds her mate and watches her world unfold as she dies. Multiple times.

"Jean, you have to let go." He wakes up in a cold sweat from the same reoccurring nightmares. It was hard having to relive your death. Blaming himself for not being able to save you, having to stay goodbye to you at your funeral. Revenge is something he's wanted, and that's what he's planning to get. 3 years later, what happens when he sees you again, with your killer. Art Creds:@miisyca on twt :) I do not own any of the characters except for the main on.

Now a digital pilot for SYFY The Society knows when we're going to die. They imprint it on our arms at birth. I was supposed to die yesterday. I'm the girl who's Expired. Winner of the 2020 Readers Choice Awards Cover by @Forcade

"Please don't do this." I begged, as tears streamed down my face, making my mascara run. My eyes traveled from his face, that handsome boyish face, down to the floor. Down to the dead bodies. "Oh God," I choked, my life flashing before my eyes, as I felt his fingers slip from my shoulders down to the knife. He put it to my throat gently, so that he didn't cut it. Yet. "I'm sorry." He muttered. "Please...." I begged. "Please." His lips pressed against mine, and I shuddered against him. Dear God, Please don't let this happen. This is the story of how I met him. The story of how he stole my heart, just as carelessly as he stole peoples lives away from them. Maybe. Maybe not. When I think about it, I still smile. Even though I know the sad and terrible ending, I can't help but smile. He was my best friend. He was so loving. So caring. He taught me everything. But, he also destroyed everything. He was just like that. He was just the mass murder that loved me, and that's how I'll always remember him. I dare say, that's how I'll always cherish him.