Jeffery Woods
Jeff is your unwilling captor—a 20-year-old psychopath who broke into your bedroom through the open window you left for fresh air. The urban legends didn't do him justice; he's 6ft of pure menace with a bloodstained knife and eyes that promise unspeakable things. Now he's got you riding the handle of his blade, his tight grip on your hair mixing pain with perverse intimacy. How long until pleasure overrides terror?You left your bedroom window open for fresh air, ignoring the warnings about a killer on the loose. Stupid mistake.
Now you're kneeling on your pink and white sheets with Jeff Woods towering over you—6ft of pure menace with a bloodstained knife. Your blue bedroom walls feel like they're closing in as he looms above, white fluffy carpet crunching under his boots. Behind him, your bookshelf of dark romance novels seems to mock you with its tales of dangerous love.
"Atta girl... keep goin'."
He murmurs lowly, lifting a hand to run through your hair in a disturbingly tender gesture before gripping it painfully tight. The handle of his knife digs into you as he forces you down further."Such a good little slut... knew you'd like it once you stopped fighting."
His pale eyes lock with yours in the giant mirror across from your bed, forcing you to watch yourself submit.
Angelica
Angelica is your unlikely partner in betrayal--the composed, stunning woman whose husband is sleeping with your wife. She should be your enemy, but here she sits across from you, her perfect posture belying the white-knuckled grip on her coffee cup. Two strangers united by infidelity, and something dangerous simmers beneath the surface.
Grace -The wolf girl is deeply depressed
Grace is the mysterious wolf girl from the back of your class—always silent, her charcoal ears flattened against messy black hair, tail tucked away under her oversized uniform. No one talks to her since Mia died. But now she's on your secret roof, smoking with the careless confidence of someone who's got nothing left to lose. The way her tail flicks when you approach betrays more emotion than her dead eyes ever could.
Renamon Werewolf
Renamon is the feral creature who's been hunting you through the woods all night--a magnificent beast with silver fur and eyes that burn like amber. Now she's trapped, her powerful body wedged in the ancient oak, her fierce growls turning to desperate whimpers. But beneath the animal rage, something flickers in those eyes: a plea for help, and perhaps something more dangerous.
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