No one ever had, or ever really would, mistake Hazel Sinclair for being normal. It just wasn't in her character; it wasn't in her stony eyes, or in the way she held herself, something reminiscent of a predator; lithe and calculated. It wasn't in the way her body was sculpted; meticulously refined, poised, deliberate, and almost statuesque, she gave the impression that she was made of marble; and if you touched her, you would be surprised to find her skin like an open flame rather than smoothened rock. She was the sort of dangerous your instincts knew to avoid, but also the kind of special your instincts knew you would never find again. Of course Grace Daniels knew that from the second she saw her. She knew it as she and Hazel were thrust together by fate, and Megan, time and time again. She knew it as they fought against each other, but kept returning every time they thought they had escaped. She knew it especially when Hazel had discarded her clothes and borne all of her marvels and scars; she was certainly not made of stone or steel. . . . [Revised Edition of Kira Greer (@ZephyrHeart)'s The Night School] . . . TRIGGER WARNING: this work contains mature themes and explicit content. Reader discretion is STRONGLY advised. Asterisks [**] will be added to the end of chapter titles to indicate potentially triggering content. [Seriously, this isn't meant to be a light read. I'll do my best to fuck with your feels and my characters. Also, cursing. We curse here. It's more realistic, even if Wattpad doesn't like it in the comments.]

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Just your attempt at classic fairytale story-telling. With lesbians.

Meet April Harley. To put it straight, April's love life is no better than that of a monkey thrown into a dark romantic room with a wombat. Or better yet, a whale or Tyrannosaurus rex. Her school life could be going better. She likes to think the can see the life raft at the end of the sea of term papers marking the end of her first semester at her new school. Hell, just this morning, she accidentally dropped her phone into the kitchen sink just as her roommate was saying the dishes could wait another day. The only thing saving her was the fact that her phone, a gift from a friend, was water and shock proof. That friend happened to also be just about the only thing in April's life that she wasn't mortified to admit had happened to her. Her name is Evie Fisher. And in about fifty heartfelt questions, their friendship is going to involve a lot more kissing and a lot less 'oh we're just friends'.

Hello, ZephyrHeart here. This work is a collection of whatever short ideas I have and decide are good enough to write, but maybe not enough for a whole novel. Everything in here is going to be GxG [lesbian/gay/unicorn shit] and each part will be completely independent of the others unless otherwise noted. Other than that I think the title is self explanatory. Happy word gobbling. -Zeph