Every Night Bites

Disclaimer: This story is bloody, wordy and sexy, god forgive me.Taglish story!!

Matthew Legier, an Office Worker in his mid-20s, by an incident in his home country his life was cut short... Only to find he had regained consciousness in a new body, assuming he found himself sent back in time, however not only did he get Resurrected in a new body, he was in a new world. And the world in question was not some fantasy continent... It was an alternative earth, Continents remained the same but several details, a few country names, and down to even the people were different.Accepting his new life, in a time where skill and manual labour is conducted rather than Adaptive and Autonomous machines.

JUST PICTURES OF WILL! *walks into a corner and rolls into a ball with left behind on*

Back by popular request! The 2017 rough draft of The Virus Within! (Caution: Contains massive plotholes that were fixed in the polished The Virus Within Series. Grammar issues are present, particularly missing commas.)What do you do when you are one of the infected? The virus in my blood is trying to steal my humanity. It alters my very thoughts and reactions. It taunts me by tempting me with desires that it planted in my brain. These bloodthirsty desires would lead to my demise if I ever gave in. I have more in common with the zombies than with humans at this point. Even the fallen zombies accept me as one of their own. Blood is required to retain my grip on sanity, but the sweet-smelling blood from humans is a short path to madness. Human blood is to be avoided at all costs. Humankind around the world was driven close to extinction by the sudden appearance of the zombies, yet small groups of survivors constantly manage to appear and put my control to the test.-------------------------- This is a standalone zombie book. It has nothing to do with A Different Virus. I wanted to try a book with an easily irritated main character and a nutcase secondary character. This book has a slightly darker outlook at the beginning than my usual stories, but it has some humor further along. Definitely not a horror story, although it has its share of action.4 updates a week: Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, Friday!Copyright April 2017. All Rights Reserved. Readers may not copy, alter, or steal this story. Fanfictions are allowed to use my *world* and *zombie ranks* as long as credit is given.

Jack and Bunny are caught fighting one too many times and North decides to do something about it. -Magic was quite literally in the bloody air.This didn't feel real.Propped up against big, fluffy pillows with Jack stark naked in his lap, dozing on his chest, claws travelling over painted skin, sketching patterns in no particular order, purring unashamedly loudly as Jack's slender hand massaged behind his ear, scratching and rubbing, twirling his fur between long fingers...This wasn't quite what he'd meant when he asked to be closer to Jack, but he was utterly lost in those blissful touches all the same.He could spend eternity like this, holding Jack in his arms, tightening around him every time those fingers found a new spot that made his purr deepen.Damnit, maybe this was cabin fever madness.He wouldn't be surprised.This was them. The Easter Bunny and Jack Frost.They were infamous for being at each other's throat. For their unapologetic arguments, for getting in each other's faces until they had to be knocked out, and yet this... ❄' I just wanna be somebody to someone, '·And if the sun starts setting, the sky goes coldThen if the clouds get heavy and start to fallI really need somebody to call my ownI wanna be somebody to someoneSomeone to youSomeone to youSomeone to youSomeone to you (someone to you) 'Pro Written by : (SnowJinx) author- original written on Archiveofourown.} all credits due, this is story not mine.this is merely shared on wattpad for wider audience's counterview on this masterpiece. buckle up, Easters almost near. 14 feb, 2023(I would rly appreciate likes on this story, since I'm a new content creater! Don't be afraid to comment.🌞)

Школа школа тупая хуета.мне стыдно

Somehow, a narcoleptic transmigrator is working as a stablehand in the Henituse County.That's fine, there's no way Cale would care enough about this random boy working with the horses, right? He can just stay here unnoticed, never getting involved with the story... Agh, if he knew he'd transmigrate, he would've at least read more of it first!- Trash of the Count's Family (TOTCF) / Lout of the Count's Family (LOTCF) Fanfiction. I don't own TCF/LCF, this is just fan fiction.WARNINGS: CASUAL DEPICTIONS OF SELF HARM, MURDER, AND IMPLIED/REFERENCED RAPE/NONCON* READ AT OWN RISK.*Implied/Reference Sexual Assault occurs at Chapters 11 and 20. Emphasis on 'implied' as it does not occur in text, just in dialogue and context clues.

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