Quintessence: Bobby Ex demon

Quintessence: Bobby Ex demon

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Y/N is a total MORON. But in a turbulent world of mythical creatures, powerful foes and thrilling danger, that just might spice up your day for the better. Or worse. With your very own, demon familiar. By the Phoenix master had warned, cautioned, THREATENED you to behave- but in the name of naive, ever-annoying youthfulness, you'd hopscotched right over his sirens and played the ukulele to your tune. Now before you lies Bob, the fear-inspiring demon, making your hair stand on end and your Gucci undies wet. But what does the story hold for you the moment your infamous ' sleep walk' tosses poor Bob's destiny into your trembling Hands? A happy, cotton candy ending we can all laugh over? Or a horrid, blood crusted tale by moonlight?
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Accident

I killed my friends and it's my fault. But feels unexpectedly euphoric... Kyra is the Devils daughter but she doesn't know it. Soon she meets Coen (a guy with a rich history and inhumanly talents), little do they know what's in store for them. "I have just stabbed my favourite teacher. What is wrong with me. There's blood coming out of her chest, more and more as her heart pumps. But it's already too late because I see my scissors sticking up from her ribs as I feel unnaturally good. All of the guilt has somehow oozed out of me. I remember that I feel good only after the person has died so she must be dead. There is silence for about 10 seconds then everyone starts screaming and runs to the other side of the room to me. I don't know why but this is kinda fun. I slowly walk towards them, smirking, as the guy who bullied me for me whole life is shaking and grabbing onto his best friends shoulders. I'm not going to hurt them but it is fun torturing them. He has made my life miserable for 11 years so I'm not going to leave without out evening out the mental and physical indents he has had on my life. All those sleepless nights of crying, cut and bruises he has given me. I continue to walk even closer, everyone has started to back slowly away from him. He lets out a stupid high-pitched scream as I whisper to him." I swear I'm not a psychopath.

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