Chapters tagged female dominant

by Walrusdick

Chapter 1

Joey trudged home from his shift at Burger Chef, his brown-and-orange uniform freckled with grease and smelling like fries that had seen better days. It was past midnight. He would’ve driven, or called an Uber, or even taken the bus—but he couldn’t afford the first two, and the l...

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Chapter 2

“What?!” Joey choked out. She stared at him, then rolled her eyes. “Did I get transported to the future, or did people just get dumber? Does English not mean the same thing anymore?” she snapped. “I said your Burger Chef ass just pulled off something with odds so stupid they mig...

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Chapter 3

Joey wasn’t exactly clueless when it came to supernatural fine print. Some of his favorite stories—The Monkey’s Paw, Wishmaster, Djinn—had drilled one very important lesson into his brain: If something offers to grant your wishes… you ask a lot of questions first. Preferably be...

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Chapter 6

Joey’s brain finally caught up with reality. And immediately tried to shut back down again. He turned—quickly, maybe too quickly—and made a beeline for the bathroom like it was a designated safe zone. The second the door closed behind him, the thoughts hit. Okay. Okay. Think....

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Chapter 7

Joey woke from a deep, dreamless sleep. For a moment, something felt… off. His brain, still half-asleep, tried to piece it together. Then he smelled it. “…Bacon?” he mumbled out loud, frowning. That didn’t make any sense. He blinked, sat up slowly—and then it all came crash...

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Chapter 9

Joey had never been more aware of how he walked. “Shoulders back,” Cassandra said beside him. He adjusted immediately. “Not like you’re marching to your execution,” she added dryly. “Relax. Controlled, not rigid.” “I feel like I’m about to be judged by a panel,” Joey muttered...

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Chapter 10

Joey had never hated the walk from the back room to the front more. Not because of the work. Because of the *eyes*. People were still looking at him. Not constantly—but enough. Quick glances. Double takes. Conversations that dipped when he got close....

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Chapter 11

As Joey and Cassandra walked back toward the front of the restaurant, the stares somehow got worse. Nobody walked into Crystal’s office and came back out smiling. Joey might’ve been the first employee in Burger Chef history to emerge without visible emotional damage. A couple...

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Chapter 12

Joey rubbed his face. “One girl gave me her number.” “Yes.” “That doesn’t suddenly make me hot.” Cassandra slowly looked him up and down. “…No,” she said. “That happened earlier.” Joey nearly dropped an entire sleeve of cups. From nearby...

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Chapter 14

“Of all the stupid plans!” Cassandra shouted as they stumbled across the parking lot. “You could have died! I told you to run!” “And miss all the fun?” Joey laughed weakly before immediately wincing and clutching his leg. “Okay, wow… laughing was a mistake. Um… can I go to the h...

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Chapter 15

Joey barely remembered getting upstairs. Everything after Cassandra biting him felt strange and dreamlike. Too sharp. Too loud. Too ALIVE The hallway lights outside his apartment buzzed like angry insects. He could hear footsteps from somewhere two floors below. Water runnin...

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Chapter 16

Joey woke slowly. Not peacefully. Slowly. The first thing he became aware of was warmth. The second was Cassandra curled against his chest with one leg tangled around his. The third— was hearing Crystal snoring softly from the living room. Joey’s eyes snapped open. “…Oh r...

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Chapter 17

“So here is what I know—and what I can prove,” Crystal said, crossing her arms as she sat on the edge of Joey’s couch. She pointed directly at him. “Joey, while you have become MARKEDLY more interesting in a very short amount of time…” She winked. “…you still basically make sen...

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Chapter 18

Joey and Cassandra decided soon after that Crystal needed to know most of the real story, who Cassandra really was, why all the weirdness. She only needed to see the bite marks, and Cassandra lift the couch with one hand before being convinced. Morning turned into late afternoo...

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Chapter 19

The drive back to Joey’s apartment felt different after Crystal’s place. Less confused. More dangerous. Nobody said it out loud, but the carved tracking sigil changed things. This was real now. Hunters were actively searching for them. And judging by Cassandra’s increasingl...

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Chapter 22

Joey woke slowly. Warmth. That was the first thing he noticed. Two arms draped over him from opposite sides. Warmth on one side of him, coolness on the other. Tangled legs, soft skin, slow breathing. His groggy brain took several sleepy seconds to process why he appeared to b...

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Chapter 23

Morning sunlight filtered weakly through the apartment blinds, painting pale stripes across the wreckage of Joey’s living room. Blankets. Clothes. An overturned lamp. One broken chair from last night’s panic. And three exhausted people trying very hard to pretend their lives...

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Chapter 24

Night settled over the city like a bruise. By the time Joey, Cassandra, and Crystal finally left the apartment, the streets outside had gone quiet in that eerie way cities sometimes did after midnight—when every sound felt too loud and every shadow looked alive. Which, in Joey’...

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Chapter 25

Greta’s back room smelled like cigar smoke, gun oil, and something old enough that Joey’s instincts told him not to ask questions about it. The massive wooden table in the center of the room had been cleared off except for weapons, maps, and several glasses filled with a dark am...

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Chapter 26

The ride back to Joey’s apartment somehow felt both safer and infinitely more dangerous. Safer because they weren’t alone anymore. More dangerous because Joey had now witnessed firsthand what counted as “backup” in Cassandra’s world. Which apparently included: One emotionally...