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If Canaan Club had a theme song, it'd be Louisiana House Fire, Mid 1950s by Doosu
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Hey! So, this is currently what the first season / arc of POI looks like. Though, only the first book is the actual cover. More details will be added later. ---> ---> ---> #1 #2 #3 #4
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“Goddammit!” Andre pinched his lips to contain his giggle as he watched Rafe squint angrily at the bark of a tree. “Who was that?” Caster’s voice piped up from the cellphone speaker. “Sorry. That was Rafe. He’s just doing some pre-dinner workout.” Which he had been doing for the last three hours. Andre had woken up from a dreamless nap to ireful growling. At first, he panicked that it was a Graybite wolf who had come to collect on behalf of Renkin, who had changed his mind.
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Andre moved fast. Rafe was shocked into immobility, Beau had been busy guarding Toby, and Mr. Gylarcan didn’t bother to lift a finger, but the young wolf was able to recognize the alarm on Bones’ face. His legs acted on their own, quickly leaping for the boy they met only a couple of minutes ago. With his focus on the ball of snarls and gnashing teeth hurtling toward him, the latter didn’t see the omé slide in next to him with untapped speed, latch hands under his arms, and zip out of the w
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Oh, hey. I dunno if this'll be a thing, but if you have a few choice words to say about the story, you're welcome to do it here. If you want, I guess. Story:
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Another week elapsed before their scheduled orientation day arrived. “Rise and shine, boyos! It’s school time!” Both Rafe and Andre shot right up beside each other as the bed they both slept in next to each other jostled and swayed, their heads nearly colliding with one another. “Hey!” Rafe barked at Beau, who stood at the end with a smug grin on his bearded face. His large hands didn’t even look like they were moving as they lay atop the mattress to make it tremble. Andre bl
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2 Months Later They had gone to Spain, and it was a nice trip despite it being impromptu. Though, it became less about Graybite and more about the change in scenery. Hopefully, the alpha wouldn’t have to quiz Andre on tribe facts when he eventually returned. He, Rafe, Beau, and his mate, Toby, were currently residing in a visitor’s cabin in the Serpente Woodlands, home of the Radon Tribe and where Beau made his transition into lupinehood. And the omé could not ignore the differences. I
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The following narrative is recounted by: ABRAHAM BOSSON Well, it’s been a while since I thought about any of this. With everything happening, I wanted nothing but to stray far away from all things Tuct Side and darkness permeating it. Monsters existed everywhere, I know that, but it’s always the first interaction that follows you around like your own personal demon. Wondering if you could have done something. If there was a single second where you could have changed everything for the bette
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“Inbred…?” Andre’s brows raised in puzzlement, but then lowered in recognition when he saw the approaching trio. “Oh, you mean Axel.” Rafe gave the omé a stern look. “Don’t tell me he harasses you, too?” “No. Well, um, if passing comments don’t count.” Silver eyes narrowed further. “And?” Andre’s shoulders sagged, suddenly exhausted. “A slap or shove here or there.” Rafe had an inkling his friend was treated worse than he was letting on. It was like these groups of egot
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A mouth-watering waft of cinnamon invaded the room as Jan marched in with a plate of rolls, disapproving eyes laid on Andre. Said omé’s eyes flitted between his caretaker and the plate of delicious cinnamon rolls, tapping his foot with a whimper. Rafe had the sudden need to soothe his friend and shoo Jan out but ignored it this time. He hoped the old woman had a better chance at convincing Andre’s stubborn ass than him. “Yup. You gotta go. No questions asked,” Jan said matter-of-factly as s
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“I didn’t know he’d be here,” was the first thing West said to Neil as they stood before each other in the middle of the court, the former clutching the basketball. The latter’s features softened a bit when he turned to the blond, shaking his head. “Don’t worry about it. Dickhead does shit like this all the time. I don’t know why I’m so pressed about it to be honest.” “It does seem sudden, doesn’t it?” Neil pursed his lips tighter as he took a peeved glance at his older cousin, wh
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Yeah, looking back now, I cringe at the way I wrote the way Jarekid speaks (he's supposed to be Scottish). I'll have to fix later dialogue since he's not the only one who speaks that way. Thanks for giving it a chance anyway!
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The Graybite Tribe. Also known as the most powerful and dangerous tribe in all of werewolf history. The Northern Claw Nation, which included Graybite and the eleven other tribes in the vicinity, was formidable as a whole, but Graybite reigned at the top in terms of its military prowess and the ability to enforce the will of the Majestic Moon Monarchy, the royal court that ruled over all of wolf-kind. In the Canadian Rockies was the notorious Graveltara Woods, where the Graybite Tribe p
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The sharp squeaking of sneakers and the resounding thumps of basketballs echoed throughout the gymnasium. West reached up and wiped the sweat from his forehead as he skidded across the court, slamming his shoulders into his opponents and letting his arms flail before him whenever the ball was close. His mind was chaos – from keeping the other game on the other half of the court going on in his peripheral to Neil a few feet away from him in his own game and how sexy he looked in a jersey to the t
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Andre the Omega and Rafe Gold are in luck. That, or they’re rather unfortunate, for they have been selected to be enrolled into the most prominent yet enigmatic educational institution for all species, humans and magi. Little do they know, they are stepping onto a battlefield, rife with internal war and unchecked by figures of authority. The two friends are caught in the middle of it and in need of help if they want to survive Ironward Academy.
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4 Years Later Dock town afternoons were chockfull of noises that got every busybody rolling. The purposeful and purposeless chatter of workers and neighbors. The drumming of wood as the residents moved down the waterfront boardwalk. The rushing waters as boats sailed to and from the harbor. But what really livened up the day was the sounds of brawling. Thwack! Fwoosh! Zoom! The spectacle that accompanied these noises was a sight to behold. It was not often the populace o
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I just wanted to look at the plants. Andre repeated this to himself even as his pursuers howled and growled behind him, taunting as five rowdy teenagers looking for a victim to beat on chased their prey through the soggy vegetation of the forest. Coming out here all alone was already a bad idea, already knowing in the back of his dark brown-haired head that they would follow him, but he couldn’t be afraid forever. Plus, as long as he was compliant, they never went too far with extracti
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Sunday, November 25th, 2012 Hey! West again. The older West, I mean. It’s been a while since I checked in. I actually thought that I was interjecting a little too much aside from the interviews and personal accounts, but I guess that wasn’t the case. Anyway, I’m still here and writing this. And yes, I wrote the sex parts, too. I didn’t want to, but I just had to go and lose at a dare. That’s a long story. Anyways, I wanted to address that things are finally going to start com
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Friday, October 5th, 2012 Two weeks. Two weeks later and the only bit of evidence they had was Bran’s license plate. They were sure he had been kidnapping children and was trying to nab some from the group home, but other than that, proof of other wrongdoings was being pretty elusive. West hated sitting on it, wanting to the image straight to the police, but Kaspar was somehow able to convince him: “Hold onto it. We need to play our cards right. If we do, we can nip this in the bu
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The following is a collection of unsent letters written by the late Antonio Morterero-Rabellino, former Tuct Side Saturns leader, who died on July 4th, 2004 in an unsolved homicide. December 1st, 2002 I went to visit Jaime and his wife and kids a few days ago. They all seem to be doing better than ever. Mi hermano is now the governor of New York, Adara is still sweet and head over heels for him, and the kids seem to be getting along. A lot different from my own. It’s honestly quite str
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Monday, September 17th, 2012 Pleasure reverberated across the walls. A symphony of heat and ecstasy sending the temperature of the room soaring. The constant thrusting. The constant pounding. And the constant guttural groans and grunts from both boys created a delightful thoroughfare that they were desperate enough to reach but would enjoy paving the way towards. The gasping bottom, his blond hair splayed out on the pillow, gazed up at his partner with grass-green eyes. Light
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Sunday, September 16th, 2012 “So,“ Kaspar started even as he bounced the basketball while the other three surrounded him. “Let’s go over what we know now.” Justin’s shoulders sagged as he gave the redhead an annoyed look. “During our game, though?” “I’m not waiting on this, man. We gotta talk about it at some point.” “How about, I don’t know, after a few rounds?” “How about,” Finn swooped in and snatched the ball from a scowling Kaspar and aimed his shot, “every time one
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How common was sex in bars? Apparently, it was a common occurrence. West came to that conclusion when Neil led him through another door at the end of the lengthy bathroom, unlocking it with a golden key stashed in his pocket. His rival was no stranger to this place most likely having come here after many performances before even if they were still high school students. West wondered if anybody could come in here or if the band received special treatment here as well. The two crossed in
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Actually, those are lyrics from real songs that have something to do with the situation. (Maybe Neil knows that🤫😉) 1. Misery Business by Paramore 2. Sex On Fire by Kings of Leon 3. Use Somebody by Kings of Leon
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Saturday, September 15th, 2012 West never had to sneak out before. One would think that being the son of a famous foreign basketball player, he would be locked away in his bedroom with five three-hundred-pound bodyguards around his door, never hoping to see the light of day again. That might have crossed his mother’s mind once or twice, especially recently, but thank whatever god was out there that his father had the attitude that he did. Friedrich was a strong, proud man, and he belie
