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The Last Demon Slayer

A loud banging sound could be heard from the trunk of an old car that was parked inside an abandoned warehouse. The inhumane rocking of the car was accompanied by a muffled scream. "Shhh... Be quiet..." One said as she slowly opened the trunk and pulled the poor lady out from it. The two suspicious characters that were wearing clown masks tied the poor lady in the middle of the floor where a big pentagram was scribbled. "MSHGGSKKSSSSH!!!!" The poor lady made a desperate attempt to scream but it was to no avail. One of her assailants had the heart to remove her gag but the first thing that she asked as soon as it was removed was, "Is this a prank??? I know it was you, Cassie. That shirt is mine." As soon as she heard her name, Cassie removed her mask. "Ana, don't panic. We will just exorcise you, okay? Calm down. After all of this is done, we could just all pretend that none of this ever happened in the first place." "What?!!!!!! You're crazy, Cassie!" "NO! Look, you tried to strangle me with a belt last night. But don't worry because I don't blame you for that. You were possessed and right now we will exorcise that demon out from your body." "No-----mmmpphhhh" Before the lady named Ana could even speak another word of protest, Cassie already gagged her again with that same piece of cloth that they used before. "So what are we gonna do next?" "You have to pee on her?" "No way! I would never pee on my best friend! Jared, that's insane!" "Then let us just all forget about this whole exorcism thing then because it was clearly written here. Instruction No.1. You have to mark the subject with your own scent." ANA: ____(O_O')_____ CASSIE: ____(~_~")7_____ JARED: ____(--,)_____

WolfsBane · Fantasie
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171 Chs

It only exacerbate

It would be a lie if I would going to say that I am not disappointed about missing out on the book signing.

However, I was also surprised that I was disheartened by it. Before I knew it, an exasperated sigh already escaped my lips

There was no way for me to tell how much I liked this author, let alone say, I am inclined in reading considering I lost my memory about it and practically about every else as well.

But from how it seemed to me, my body was reacting on its own.

Perhaps, even though my mind could not remember how a big fan I used to be, my heart never forget my fondness for her books

I guess this was but a wasted trip.

I could not help but thought to myself as I made my way back home.

I took the same route that I used going to the bookstore. However, this time, something felt different. I feel strange.