The Golden Tiger (boyxboy)

The Golden Tiger (boyxboy)

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"Help!!, who are you, let me go!!", I screamed while shaking as a man's large frame towers over my frail stature. "No, you're mine!!", the man said with an animal like growl, then started purring to soothe me "Don't be afraid of me mate". Then I suddenly recognised the voice, it was darren. wait, animal like growl, sharp teeth, purring, calling me mate, oh shit darren's a fucking werecat!! This seems like a normal boy meets boy story, but for johnnie and darren, it's different. Is darren hiding something bigger inside?
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Something didn't feel right. I looked around my room slowly; cautiously; taking everything in and trying not to feel too nervous. Perhaps Lure was in my room right now, watching me, silently laughing to himself. I didn't doubt it. I slipped off my bed and walked around, hugging my waist, and tilted my head. I felt my rough ponytail slide against the back of my neck and over my shoulder as I moved. "Lure?" I hissed, "Lure, are you there?" I wandered around a little, for some reason feeling scared. But why? It was only Lure. He wouldn't hurt me, would he? "Okay, Lure. Quit it. I know it's you. Who else would it-" I stopped, startled, when I heard a strange sound that made me cringe. It was like fingernails being dragged across a chalkboard. I whipped around and came face-to-face with my mirror. Immediately, I saw the difference. Various scratches were displayed across the glass, forming words. It looked as if claws had written the words in the mirror. "Deepest apologies, but it was fun." (All credit goes to my sister, who wrote this when she was in the twelfth grade)

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