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Wherever Brad is, and however he was taken from me, I will get him back. Even if I have to tear through the pages of reality itself.
"Just trying to figure out where I left off," I answer. I left a piece of a pork rind bag between the pages to mark my spot, but it's gone now. If only there was some sort of thing you could stick into a book to keep your place. Like... a place keeper. Maybe I'll go on Shark Tank with that shit once I figure all this out.
……thank the gods he's pretty
me shake off these feelings, but nope. They're still there, stubborn and gay as ever.
"You're mispronouncing it," Devon says. "How the fuck am I supposed to know how to pronounce this shit when it’s all made up?" I snap. Devon rolls his eyes. "Are you kidding me? Latin is real! Did you think it was just some fantasy language they made up for movies like Elvish or something?" I shrug, feeling my cheeks heat up. "I thought it was like all those Enya songs." Groaning, Devon says, "At this rate, we're going to summon a demon instead of getting you into that book."
LOVE ENYA
"Damn, this chick posts a lot," I mumble, clicking on the profile picture. She's just a normal looking thirty-something woman with her dark hair piled up in a messy bun, holding the black cat that's in half her other pictures.
clutching the book to his chest like it's a life preserver and he’s struggling in the middle of the ocean as an extra in Sharknado Ninety-Five.
Devon pinches the bridge of his nose, but before he can say anything, Reese chimes in with, "We're doing witchcraft. Brad's a gay furry now," he says, as if those thoughts are somehow remotely connected. And I mean...
From the bathtub, Steve lets out a weak groan of despair. "I wanna see the milf."
I feel like the odd one out, considering that before, I was perfectly happy with my life. Hell, as far as I was concerned, I was on top of the world, and then I ended up in The Wolf's Mate on the very bottom rung of the social ladder.
Luna takes a deep breath, then begins to chant in a strange language I don't recognize. Probably Latin.
"Where the fuck did the naked guy come from? It's not even rush week!" Kevin cries. "Holy shit, his dick is huge," Steve says, his eyes as wide as dinner plates. "The fuck, bro?" Kevin asks, eyeing Steve warily. "Why're you looking at the naked wolfman's dick?" "Are you kidding?" Steven snaps. "That thing is huge, it was looking at me first!" I groan, rubbing my forehead since I have a pounding headache. This is a disaster.
