At A Dystopian Angle ||BILLFORD||

At A Dystopian Angle ||BILLFORD||

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Writing this the night before state testing &gt;&lt; ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Bill had never felt this way. Feelings weren't a thing he indulged in. Mortals were just toys for him to play with. But now here he was. Mortal through flesh and bone. At the mercy of his old puppet/ He was now the pawn in his own game of chess. If only he remembered how to play this horrid game.... [Updates 2-6 times a week]
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My Alpha barged into my room and started speaking softly but very threateningly, "you didn't make dinner, Why is that? Do you want to die tonight. There is already fighting and we haven't got anything to distract him with!" And with that he was on top of me, beating me senseless. I screamed, hoping maybe this visiting Alpha was kind enough to help me. I heard footsteps and smelled a familiar smell. "Help!" Was all I wheezed out before blacking out. *I AM AWARE OF HOW SUCKISH THIS BOOK IS. IT WAS MY FIRST BOOK AND I'VE GOTTEN BETTER. I WILL NOT BE EDITING THIS BECAUSE I AM A HIGH SCHOOL STUDENT WITH NO TIME ON HER HANDS.

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