Price Of Pryce (The Queen And The Freak Sequel)

dette Cavan

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as that gay girl who is one of my dearest friends back at the academy, but... It is surely Drea's aura. And... Wait... Jordan? Isn't her girlf

s is making me weaker. I need blood, and blood bags is what I am here for. I will just deal w

as discreetly as possible and as many as I can. I will just pay them if

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ers of them each, I proceeded to think of the place where I want to arrive, but suddenly, I heard footste

iors' building in my Pryce's academy. Oh, this is the place where our third kiss happened. While I put down the box to look

dome next to the gym. What the fudge? Am I in the correct academy? I think I am. Alright, I guess my eyes and mind have been playing shits with me. I rea

und myself at our graves while the rain is pouring so hard again. Hmmm, here is another thing before me that ma

nto my room because I am afraid that I would arr

your amazing voice calling my name, or just call me Freak." I let out with my optimistic vibe as I saw her on my bed, and I placed the things that I need for this procedure of bringing her back to me. Well, all I need

p the blood in the bag in my hold, and another one and another.

urned my focus on the stunning dead girl b

closed my eyes and tried to perform the healing spell

ormed on my face as I noticed that the big wound on her chest is not there anymore-only a scar. Then I tried to fee

or the next step-

can manage to deliver the red matter to her veins like mine. I thin

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tal again, near the bed and injected a needle into the biggest veins at both of her forearms

while I gently caressed her left cheek with my

nued talking to her with my sad voice, and I tried to re

't think so. No, I don't know. Fuck! What if I have killed everyone else there? The witch warriors, Mom, Sander, Aunt Alex, and Alison... And, all of them? Oh, no, I couldn't have, right? Oh, shit! The seer did mention that I could hurt everyone I hold dear be

people there which I have killed, too? No, there is no one to blame but me. But no. It was the fault of that bastard monster, Damien. If he had just surrendered the throne to the rightful ruler and accepted his destiny that he is just not the true leader of the werewolves, this couldn't have happened. He was a traitor that the soul of the Werewolf King inside my Pryce had trusted before, he was

arted to burn. I don't feel any pain other than the remorse of my existence. I shouldn't have lived. Maybe this is why I was cursed with my father's

if this procedure goes sideways. If I have died once, twice, then... why not make it forever, right?

to Pryce when I heard her said with her raspy voice

and blinking her lovely red eyes, to which I quick

real? Of c