Baby Blue Demons

Baby Blue Demons

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Mar 7, 2016
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Sarah Botch has never once sealed a demon. Ever (she's also never had a boyfriend). She's one of the most naive Sealers to ever exist in the community (that's what her BFF, June, says) and she's awkward to talk to (also June). To be honest, she's probably terrified of demons. She does it anyways. (Hint: it's for the food) Maybe sealing a little demon would help her gain confidence? That's what she thought too until the seemingly 1 star demon turned into a 14 star demon who likes sticking with her more than he does with the other Sealers. Sarah Botch messed up. Again. -------- Hi everybody! This is IceLabyrinth thanking anybody who reads this and will decide to help me get better at writing! I'm not all that good and my previous stories all waste away with age, so I never get better. BUT... I'm planning on getting better and sticking hard with this one. Hope you guys enjoy! :)
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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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