“We are NOT doing that,” Stan says, backing away. “Uh-uh, not happening, no fucking way.”
“Language, Stanley,” Ford says, even though none of the kids are around. Stan knows because he had glanced around frantically when Ford showed up in his room, half hoping for rescue and half hoping the kids would never see this side of their great-uncle Ford.
The side, specifically, that wanted to screw his werewolf brother.
“Fuck you!” Stan spits out, noting with despair that Ford’s backed him against his bed, and there’s nowhere to go without scrambling on or under it. Neither one seems like a great option.
Ford just looks amused, and cocks a brow, like “really?” He doesn’t make a joke about that being the plan, thank god, but he does keep advancing
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“You just want to fuck a werewolf, admit it,” he says, resigning himself to fate as Ford deftly loops the cuff around the bed frame and snaps his other wrist into it. “Don’t think I didn’t see your creepy drawings in high school. You really wanna get split in half by some massive wolf cock?”
“You shouldn’t snoop on other people’s things,” Ford chastises, neatly avoiding the question. He straddles Stan’s chest and begins to poke around in Stan’s mouth, tugging his lips this way and that as Stan clenches his teeth. He can feel them grow into long, sharp points as the moon slowly emerges, and he grinds them together in frustration. Ford seems to light up with glee, rubbing his fingers against the edges.
“And you shouldn’t stick your hands into other people’s mouths, but here we are,” Stan grumbles. He feels hair sprout out on his chest and arms - more so than usual, even. Ford strokes his skin reverently, and as the moonlight shining in from the window courses through him, Stan gives in to the animal instinct stirring in his chest. Claws emerge, and then a snout, and as his body undergoes the painful changes of stretching and distorting beyond its limits he bites down on Ford’s shoulder to tide over the pain. Before his mind goes completely blank, he can hear Ford’s moan echoing in his
The sound of construction crews and the smell of wood, plaster, and paint was so common placed now that it had become just another aspect of everyday life. With so much constant damage being done hourly, the only choice that could be made was to remove everything of value and replace them with easily replaceable and worthless copies of the originals. Not only was seeing Nate at the movie premiere was bad enough to cause the destruction of another room, but Quinn Holden was now openly dating Kendra Paisley’s best friend. Worst of all (if that were possible) the girl was being touted as a better actress then my daughter and had revived his musical career with only a few words. A knock came to his door and it was extremely long over do.
Jake was a freshman, having just enrolled at the local community college. He was for the most part a good kid, except that he had hung around with the wrong crowd, and this had made him the unfortunate victim of circumstance.
“Drop dead.” She says wanting only to turn back and escapee the most uncomfortable feeling that has bothered her since they first stepped on the
“What are you gonna do to us?” I have never in all my life felt so petry of suspense because he was taking a long time to answer.
“Look,” she said as she inched towards him “either he'll call back, or he won't. Yelling about it won't help.” She got right behind him and put her lips to his ear. “Please come back to bed.”
A stranger in the village is someone that is new to a place or isn’t familiar with something. Approximately two years ago I moved, which meant I had to move schools too. I was 15 years when I moved to McEachern High School but it made me be a more independent person.
“Swallow,” Tom growled. “Now I 'm feeling generous, so lie down on the bed before I throw you-”
After about five minutes, he returns to the bed. Jada tries to get up but he reaches down and picks her up.
He struts into class, cutting up, and playing around. I put my head down, hoping he wouldn’t see me. When I look up he’s at his desk kidding with his buddies. Around the middle of class I start to wonder if he would bother me again.
as we drive into the schools parking lot, i see a parking spot right near the school sign Beacon Hills High School , why is it called Beacon Hills, is it because it is a beacon from the supernatural. we hop out the car and headed towards the entrance. when enter the school we both look at each other then start walking towards the office.
t was like any normal day at Richmond high school. Everyone was walking to or from class, getting in their lockers, or using the restroom. As everyone got to their class the bell rang and the teachers shut the doors. I was sitting in my first-hour waiting watching the clock tick slowly. I had already finished my work so I was just sitting quietly staring at the clock. The bell rang as we all went to our lockers, then our next class. In the second hour my phone went off while I was trying to listen to music, my friend messaged me but I ignored it. While sitting in the second hour I accidentally fell asleep while waiting for the teacher to tell everyone it was time
Ethan stared up at Cal, his brow furrowed and his mouth slightly open. “No,” he said. “I’m perfectly capable of getting into bed on my own, thank you.” He
My day was going great, actually, it was going great. All of my classes have been good, I've made good grades all morning, nothing has gone wrong. Well, until lunchtime.
I said ok and with that we were getting ready for a trip to the moon for us to try hunting aliens.
“Listen Dave I think you are taking this a little too seriously.” I tried to laugh. But he looked at me so intently that my smile froze.