"Oh Vixen, I'm not going to kill you, No. That would be too easy, I'm going to rip you apart...I'll break your spirit and see you crumple at my feet. When I'm done with you, you'll be nothing more than a slave to my desires; your loneliness will slowly begin to eat you alive, until you're just a shell of what you used to be." He said his face is mere inches away from mine. One of his hands rested on the wall, the other continued to caress my face, and in a matter of seconds his lips connected with mine, his hand cups my cheeks holding me in place as he kissed me, while the other snakes around my waist pulled me flush against him. I lean in his embrace, getting lost in the moment. It wasn't until the next day, when I awoke in his bed, that I realized...I had submitted to his desires. The beast that roamed the earth's desires. With his barbaric features and raw primal impulses that kept everyone on edge, he was said to be cruel, arrogant, and egoistical. His rages of Carnage elicited frightened whispering. People were terrified to tread on the same land that he did. And me? I was in the process of taming the beast. I was adamant with winning his little game for, in the end, I would have him submit to my desires.

This is a story that follows two childhood friends - Lily and Mason. Due to some misinterpreted words and doubts, their friendship now hangs on loose threads. As they live their high school lives, meeting friends and foe, what will the future lie in stall for them? Will their stupid hearts lead them to heartbreak, help them form lifelong connections, or will it even restore their friendship? Well, only time will tell.

I used to feel so simple and free When you remained so close to me You've now left me with memories Memories that's turned into reveries * * * * * * * When Wolf meets her lover after about ten years of otherworldly separation, she does not seem quite surprised to find herself telling each and every one of the stories of their adventures together all over again, to recover precious old memories of gold and hemlock that had been hopelessly forgotten within just fleeting moments when something rather unfortunate had happened earlier. Now, the only question both these lovers have, deep down within each of their own souls, is that is it really possible for those lost reveries to be recovered from just storytelling? Yes, it's absolutely possible...