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"Please dont kill me." She exclaimed jokingly, but there was a hidden truth behind that statement.
He's scary.
He doesn't say anything just... stares.
She rubbed her face to make sure she didn't have anything messy on her face. Maybe he see's some of the Nutella on her face that she ate earlier.
Omg....what if he thinks its poop?
"Look in not into that kind of stuff," Midnight said frantically. He looks at her like he's confused.
She decided to elaborate more. "You know," Midnight came closer to whisper in his ear. "That two girls, one cup stuff."
When she looked back at him, he looks like he would rather be having another conversation than this one.
She started again, laughing nervously. "I'm not judging you or anything, if you're into that stuff, then so be it."
He starts to walk forward towards her, while she back away.
"Really, this is a no-judge zo-"
His finger on her lips stopped her from talking. Midnight stared to get chills running throughout my body. She almost got a an urge to lick his finger.
You're such a slut midnight.
'I can't help it, he looks so yummy. I'm pretty sure he tastes like chocolate,' she thought.
Yum, he'd taste like dark chocolate because he's bitter.
"Can you please shut the fuck up for both of our sakes?" He questioned her, but the way he speaks makes her know that it's a demand. His deep voice brings chills across her curvaceous body.
Rude. He's still sexy though.
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Midnight Rowan is an ordinary chubby girl struggling through High School. Her life changes when she realizes that her world is full of supernatural creatures.
Vampires, Witches, and Werewolves.
When Grey becomes part of Midnight's life all she does is run. After all, she has Lupophobia, the fear of wolves.
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"Oh," he said, as my back hit the wooden wall. Damn it, of course. With nowhere to go, his arms locked me in between him and the wall. He stared down at me as he said, "So you're trying to piss me off?" His lips were surprisingly close to mine. No guy would ever be this close to me in real life, let alone me being able to handle it; I would've been so timid and afraid. But this was the dream world. I could speak and be as brave as I wanted to.
"Yeah, I am," I said. "What are you gonna do about it?" He paused as his eyes looked between the two of mine. Then, he smirked and swiftly closed the gap between our lips.
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In a small town in New York, Hazel is your average quiet type. In a school full of clichés, she falls perfectly under the category of "nerd" and has her own little nerdy group of people she loves to hang around. They respect the fact that she's non-verbal.
The thing that plagued her, surprisingly, is not her inability and refusal to speak, but her ability to go through anybody and everybody's dreams. This is not something she can control, nor something that's necessarily dangerous. It just happens. One second she's in darkness, the next second she happens to be in someone's dream.
But, when she stumbles into a dream of a guy she never knew existed in her grade of 500 students, albeit his popular status, both her worlds get flipped upside down.