His roommate was a nice guy, really. The whole werewolf gaming thing was annoying as all hell, though. Really, who laid their dice and candles and shit out on a moveable altar made out of a silver platter? The assholes who came to play smoked in the bathroom, spit and peed in the yard and had no ...
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Those cupcakes are ready for you to take to the Minotaur.” Her Aunt Chrissie bustled out of the back, a tray of beautifully frosted zombie cupcakes arranged neatly on a tray in the shape of Frankenstein’s head. “Oh, those are great!” God, the cuteness, with their little pi...
She scowled at her reflection. “Drat. You’re supposed to make me look sweet and demure, not like a baby stork,” she murmured. “Miss?” Her footman, Jack, passed by, a concerned expression on his face. &...