Walrusdick
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- When I'm not writing erotica I like to
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- My favorite word for "penis" is
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- I write erotica because
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- In conclusion, I am
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Strange days and Quiet Nights by Walrusdick
Chapter 35 in Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
The first few weeks at Blackthorn Manor were almost disappointingly normal. Almost. No assassins. No lizardmen. No vampire hunters. No ancient monsters trying to kick in the front gate. Just training, routine, and the slow realization that life had somehow become very stran...
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Chapter 33 The Butler by Walrusdick
Chapter 34 in Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
The drive took nearly an hour. Which was surprising. Not because the property was particularly far from the city. But because Greta drove like a woman who viewed traffic laws as personal insults. Taylor sat rigidly in the passenger seat. Crystal spent most of the trip altern...
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Chapter 32 Movin on up to the East side by Walrusdick
Chapter 33 in Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
The next morning felt strange. Not bad. Just… final. Joey stood in the middle of his apartment holding a half-empty cardboard box while staring at the disaster his life had become. Or maybe upgraded into. Honestly, it was getting difficult to tell. Crystal sat upside down o...
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Taylor made by Walrusdick
Chapter 32 in Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
“Wait,” Joey said slowly, holding up one hand. “If you’ve been hiding for twenty years… how old are you exactly?” Taylor visibly hesitated. “Well…” she said carefully, “do you mean this body? Or my essence?” Joey immediately rubbed both hands over his face. “My head hurts alr...
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Birds of a feather by Walrusdick
Chapter 30 in Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
Morning came slowly. Not peacefully— Joey suspected his life had permanently lost the right to peaceful— but slowly. His bedroom sat wrapped in soft gray light filtering through the blinds, the city outside still half asleep. For the first time in days, there were no alarms b...
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The hangover by Walrusdick
Chapter 29 in Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
Morning came slowly. Not peacefully— Joey suspected his life had permanently lost the right to peaceful— but slowly. His bedroom sat wrapped in soft gray light filtering through the blinds, the city outside still half asleep. For the first time in days, there were no alarms b...
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Where everybody knows your name by Walrusdick
Chapter 28 in Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
The bar was called \*\*The Hollow Bell\*\*. Which Joey immediately decided was either the coolest name he had ever heard— or the absolute worst. “There is no middle ground,” he announced while staring up at the ancient neon sign flickering above the alley entrance. Crystal lo...
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Battle for Joey’s apartment part 2 by Walrusdick
Chapter 27 in Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
Chaos swallowed the apartment complex. Gunfire echoed between buildings. Car alarms screamed. Blue rune-light from Elias’s traps flashed across the parking lot like lightning while hunters scattered for cover behind vehicles and concrete barriers. Joey had officially lost tra...
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Battle for Joey's apartment part 1 by Walrusdick
Chapter 26 in Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
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...
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Time to meet the wrecking crew by Walrusdick
Chapter 25 in Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
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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