100 degrees devilman

Seren Vale has been writing the filthiest and dirtiest poems about a woman she's too chickenshit to name, whenever she's done, she shoves them in a notebook she swore nobody would ever read. The kinda shit you scribble at 3 AM when your brain's fried and your hand's already between your thighs, you know, like that. Then she accidentally submits that notebook to the biggest literary prize in the country instead of her actual manuscript, and by the time she notices, the deadline's gone and her professor has already read every filthy word. Not just any professor though, it's THE Dr. Elise Chen. Who once looked Seren dead in the eye and said "close the door" in a voice so low her whole body just... went somewhere it shouldn't have, and her pulse still throbs thinking about it. So now she's sitting in this woman's seminar twice a week pretending she didn't write three pages about how her lips would feel dragging down her stomach, while she's supposed to be winning a prize that could literally change her life, but Dr. Chen keeps watching her with this "I read what you wrote and we're not discussing it" look, except those dark eyes keep dropping to her mouth and THAT is why Seren can't sleep anymore without her fingers between her legs. Then Julian shows up, you know the type, campus golden boy, stupid grin, he walks into her café holding Seren's favorite poet and says "this seat taken?" like it's nothing, which is weird, but she kinda likes it, because he's warm, easy and he wants her without making her work for it, which is honestly kinda addictive to say the least when the other person in your head won't even say your first name. Julian's got secrets though, the bad ones that could blow up everything she's building, and he knows it, but he's choosing to stand in the shitstorm anyway, which is sorta sexy, maybe? The real problem is Seren's spent twenty-one years convincing herself she doesn't get to want like this. Definitely not women, which is a lie. And now she's got two people who aren't backing off, and she's just... running out of excuses.

Namaku Kevin, aku gak suka hal-hal yang terlalu dramatis sama seperti aku gak suka makanan hewan laut, aku gak suka komik, aku gak suka nonton konser dan masih banyak yang lainnya. Tapi tenang, aku selalu punya alasan untuk setiap hal yang gak aku suka. Nanti kapan-kapan aku ceritain.

When everything else turns upside down, would you survive?

My body temperature has already reached forty degrees, but I dare not stop. The snow was falling thick and fast, covering the border of our tribe's territory. I moved forward step by step in the knee-deep snow barefoot, my fingers purple from the cold, but there was only one thought in my mind. Find the necklace. That was the task given to me by Alpha Damon Ashford. He said it was an age-old token passed down through generations, a symbol of his identity as Alpha, engraved with ancient runes that only Alpha bloodline could interpret. He said he had carelessly left it while patrolling the border of his territory, and if it were picked up by people from other tribes, it could threaten the safety of our entire tribe. As he said these words, his amber eyes looked at me seriously, and his voice was deep and gentle. His hand gently stroked my forehead, and he frowned when he felt my heat, but still said in that tone I couldn't refuse: "Elara, you know this territory best. Help me find it, will you? I only have you." I don't know exactly how long I had been searching in the snow, and by the time I finally felt the cold metal chain among the deadwood, my knees were so weak that I could hardly stand. I held it in the palm of my hand, and the chill felt like it was going to freeze my bones. But I still laughed because I found what he needed, I found it. As I dragged myself back to the main house of the tribe, my body was burning like a fire.

Have you ever felt so cold that you think you are an alien since others around you claimed the weather is very hot? Well, CONGRADULATIONS! You may be from the same world I am! Phew~ I thought I was the only one here... Wait a minute! But you said you didn't know the term: 'Alphan'... Author's Note (A/N) This is my own created story and book cover! All rights reserved. NOTE! If this is your favourite story that I am writing currently and you would like me to hurry and update, please tell me because I am the type who always type stories whenever I want..you could say I'm lazy even though I have already thought of the entire stories in my mind and I will type it out quick for you! Other Stories Of Mine: 1)Detective Police 2)Back to Life 3)Unknown Glory 4)Manaiac 5)Ghost Hunters 6)Sorcerers 7)The Unknown Poker Case 8) Amelia's life cycle

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