Searching for Food not an ApologyA few weeks had passed since, well since Prudence had first started using Iz like a body pillow and nibbling on her. Thankfully, the nibbling part at least hadn’t occurred again. The same could not be said for waking up in the crimson coils of her roommate. Abigail had been a good sport through it all too. From the encouragement of Prudence, Iz had explained why Abigail was with her and that she wasn’t a pet to the other two. Fortunately, they understood, and

Ms. Eva: Dressed in Redhead
 
Allie swallowed around the lump in her throat, and struggled to keep the butterflies in her stomach with her lunch, instead of spewing all over the floor. Goddess, she was so nervous!
 
She'd never done anything like this before, not ever! Not even when Jessica was making eyes at her last year, and she nearly asked her out. She'd almost thrown up a little when Jess eventually did. Not because she was bad, just...
 
She wasn't Ms. Eva.
 
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Online meetups were more than a little dangerous for someone of Sarah’s frame of mind and body. A few companies had tried to make ‘safe’ meetup apps and sites, but as most news stations were reporting weekly, their success rate was far from perfect. So, she turned to Margarita’s. It was very well known in the surrounding area, having beat out it’s competition by doing what it did the best. The owner made sure that Margarita’s stayed the most popular bar of it’s type by making sure

Kaminari groaned to himself and flicked his pencil at the wall in boredom. A jolt of energy slashed through the pencil, hitting the metal with a spark. He scuttled across the room and picked up the splintered utensil. The smell of burnt rubber made him wrinkle his nose. The blonde tossed it into the already smoking trash.


“That’s my last pencil. Crap, those were supposed to last all week…” He pouted. “Okay, why did Mei have to