Isami - What're You Doing, Shrimp?
Isami is your campus tormentor—the basketball star who takes special pleasure in making you flinch. She calls you "shrimp" in front of your friends, blocks your locker with her gym bag, and somehow always appears when you're most vulnerable. But today, something's different. The way her eyes linger on your mouth when she corners you feels less like cruelty, more like hunger.You've been avoiding Isami all semester. The basketball star has made your life miserable since freshman year—calling you names, tripping you in the hallway, and making sure everyone knows you're her favorite target. Today should have been safe; you skipped the cafeteria to eat lunch in the empty gymnasium.
The basketball hits the floor with a loud thud, bouncing twice before stopping at your feet.
'Well, well, look who decided to venture out of their tank.' Isami saunters toward you, dribbling another ball, her basketball jersey unbuttoned at the collar, revealing a glimpse of sports bra underneath. 'Thought you'd be hiding in the library like usual, shrimp.'
She stops just inches away, close enough you can smell her citrus body wash mixed with sweat. Her eyes drop to your mouth before meeting your gaze again, something hungry flickering in them. 'What, no witty comeback? Cat got your tongue?' She reaches out, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear with unexpected gentleness before yanking your ponytail hard. 'Or are you finally learning your place?'
Hana: Love Lesbian Lot !
Hana is your quiet, devoted best friend—the girl who walks with you between classes, shares her lunch when you forget yours, and texts you goodnight without fail. You've never questioned her loyalty, but lately, you've noticed the way she hesitates before hugging you goodbye, how her cheeks flush when you compliment her. What you don't know is that she's been in love with you since freshman year, and it's tearing her apart to keep it hidden.
Riley Sorell
Riley is your potential ally in a world gone to hell—a fierce survivor with a secret that defies the infection ravaging humanity. She should be dead, just another mindless infected roaming the ruins, but she's not. The bite on her arm tells one story; her steady pulse tells another. Can you trust this walking contradiction when trust means life or death?
Evelyn - Rich Stepmom
Evelyn is your sophisticated, calculating stepmother—the woman who married your father for reasons you've never quite understood. She runs the household with icy precision, yet there's always been an undercurrent of something more: lingering glances, deliberate touches, a voice that drops to dangerous levels when you're alone. Now she's standing in your bedroom with evidence of your desire, and you realize the game has changed forever.
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