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When Alan needs a reset from the madness, he seeks out a temporary escape that only Scratch can provide.
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Rose has something to tell her boyfriend. He has something else in mind.
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“Wakey wakey, writer boy!”
Alan woke with a start as a bucket of cold water was splashed into his face. Gasping and blinking, he initially started to panic, frantically looking around him as he tried to take in the situation. He was sitting in a sturdy brown chair, his arms bound behind his back with a scratchy rope that cut into his skin when he tried to wiggle free. His wrists already felt rubbed half raw. His jacket had been dropped to the floor, tie slung over his shoulder and his shirt unbuttoned, his nipples tight in the cold air.
Panting and blinking water out of his eyes, Alan raised his head to face his tormentor. It was Scratch, the one he remembered from the videos at the Desert Shore Motel. He was smirking, setting down the bucket he’d used to wake the writer as he unbuttoned his cuffs to roll his sleeves up to his elbows.
“Hey buddy!” Scratch kneeled to be level with Alan, giving him that same, manic smile that he remembered so well. “Did you miss me?”
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- Part 1 of Harmless Pages
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It's been five years since Mr. Scratch showed up unexpectedly in Bright Falls, alone and distraught. Rose Marigold, his sole friend, has been growing more and more concerned about his notably deteriorating mental health, and decides she needs to do something to help.
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Alan is so close to escaping from the Dark Place, but Scratch and the Dark Presence have one last trick to emerge victorious.
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Jill Valentine wakes in the abandoned halls of Spencer Memorial, soaked in sewer water and fighting the bone-deep chill of hypothermia while the T-Virus stirs inside her.
Stripped down to her tank top and little else, she creeps through the red-lit corridors in search of a way out, only to come face-to-face with a towering Hunter Beta.
Unfortunately for her, what should have been a quick, brutal death becomes something far more sinister...
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08 Jun 2026
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“I know you more than you know yourself, Steve.”
The lights flickered and went dark.
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12 May 2026
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You’re finally back home from your first year of college, and you’re looking forward to spending the summer at your mom’s house. But your stepfather has taken special interest in you now that you’ve grown into an intelligent young woman, and he finds he can’t resist your innocent charms for long.
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22 Apr 2026
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The moon was high and sharp in the sky, nearing its peak, casting long luminous streams through the large wall length windows.
Rays of light shining across Stiles' shuddering form where he lay sprawled naked and face down on the living room floor of Derek's loft.
"No more," Stiles croaked, voice hoarse, throat nearly raw.
His eyes were closed, but he could hear the sharp click click click of Derek's paw pads as he drew closer, feel the moist heat of his breath against the skin of Stiles' reddened ass.
A cool nose shoved at him, Derek's chest rumbling in a low growl. Stiles immediately understood the silent demand for what it was: Lift your ass up.
"I can't," he shook his head against the floor, his asshole was done for—alliterated beyond repair. "Derek, please." come from the previous rounds was still leaking out of him, slicking his thighs and dripping onto the floor.
Derek's growl deepened into a snarl, and sharp teeth nipped at his skin, a warning. A demand. Obey.
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21 Apr 2026
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A distinctly male groan reverberated in her ear, cutting through the haze of sleep.
Fear zapped through her. Somebody was in her room. A stranger, who’d let himself in and was now touching her body.
She could feel his hot breath on her neck. A pressure on her thigh, as he ground his erection against her. Lazy rolls of his hips.
She forced herself not to move, not daring to let the intruder in on the fact that she was now aware, out of fear of what he’d do if he knew...
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- Part 2 of Somnophilistic Stories
- Part 13 of Doves in Bags
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14 Mar 2026