Wolves
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Paranormal
ATTENTION THIS STORY IS ON HOLD 🎶 I've been running through the jungle I've been running with the Wolves To get to you, to get to you 🎶 - Wolves (feat. Marshmello) Selena Gomez I don't know how to feel when he is staring at me, it's exciting but at the same time intimidating. Most people would make eye contact and look away, but not with Mason, he doesn't look away. He keeps staring, it's like he's trying to pierce my soul, to know every little detail about me. If you only knew what kind of monster I am... Would you still look at me? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 🐺🐺🐺 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Changing to a new city, with her mother, which was transferred from her last job; and her brother, who had just started college. It can be very good for both of them. Right ? But what about Lucy? Trying to move on from what happened 2 years ago it's not simple. At Woodsvalley she could start again, a new house, new school, new friends...a new beginning. But little did she know, that she would find something much better. (English version) (WARNING) THIS STORY MAIN CONTAIN MATURE THEMES AND STRONG LANGUAGE.
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My dream continued the one I'd been having for the past couple of nights. I ran, gasping for breath, through the familiar woods from a dark figure behind me. The faster I tried to run, the slower I seemed to go, until it was like I was running in place. I knew I needed to run. I was terrified of what the figure would do when he caught me. "Mara Leigh," a deep, smooth voice called. It was almost hypnotic. That was new. The figure had never spoke before now. I ran as fast as I could go, eyes searching the forest floor for a big stick or something that I could use to defend myself. "Mara Leigh!" the voice came again, this time more insistent. The forest slowly started to fade and I started to awake to someone shaking my shoulders. "Beau?" I mumbled, turning my head to the side. What's Beau doing in my room this time of night? Why is he shaking me? "Do not call me that name." My eyes flew open as I jumped at the voice from my dream. A face was right in front of mine, and just like the voice, it wasn't Beau. Before I could form a scream, a hand covered my mouth. I tried to bite it but I couldn't get my mouth to open. He's too strong. I started to use my whole body to try to get away, but he crawled on top of me, holding me down. I pulled the hidden knife out from under my pillow and slashed as hard as I could at him, but he just grabbed my wrist and squeezed it until the pain made me drop the knife. Then he grabbed both my hands in one of his and held them over my head. He held me down while I struggled. I grunted and moved and tried to kick and scream, but I only wore myself out. Exhausted, I stopped thrashing and let the tears flow freely down my cheeks. I didn't know what to do, so I just tried to prepare myself for whatever was coming.

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