Author's Note: This chapter was deleted. Why? The justified author's note at the end about the creep who was sexually harassing a friend of mine on here.
Luckily, I make a habit of writing offline first and saving many copies of my work so I was able to recover my writing and repost this 25 THOUSAND word chapter without issues.
HOWEVER, I am ANGRY.
Not just because the chapter was deleted--although from an outside perspective perhaps I crossed a line by directly insulting someone (who also blatantly harassed a user on here for over a year with saved records of screenshots and messages)--but because having it deleted is also like trying to silence the awareness that things like harassment are happening.
Awareness and freedom of speech is a necessity. More importantly I didn't say ANYTHING that wasn't true. I didn't just spew random hate or insults.
Anyway, I apologize to those of you who were confused by the missing chapter. I had to rush home from a party at a club because I realized something was up. Anyway, I'm omw back to the club now and then I'm gonna chill at my friend's place to enjoy the rest of my weekend.
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Chapter One Hundred and Eighty Five
"Aw, come on," Horst chuckled, poking my cheek and jostling me back and forth. "You know you wanna! You know you wanna!"
I smiled and tried not to laugh, deliberately turning my face away from his phone.
"I can't," I chided, trying to pull away. "I'm too old for selfies and if you post that anywhere online it might cause problems for me."
"Nah, you're thinking too much," he chuckled, wrapping a skinny arm around my shoulders and tugging me against his side. I jumped when he squished our faces together, mostly because he was shirtless and I could feel his insanely high body temperature through my clothes. His soft, furry ear fluttered and bounced against my cheek as he held the phone up. "Say cheese!"
"Horst," I tried to protest, but he started snapping pictures like crazy and I sighed, giving a wide grin that showed off all my teeth and flashing a peace sign. He beamed when I gave in, exotic eyes crinkling into pleasant crescents as he snapped a ton more.
I fought to avoid rolling my own.
"Yesss," he hissed, letting go of me and scrolling through the images. "I have selfieessssss..."
I snorted and face palmed, flopping backwards onto the love seat we were relaxing in. The fireplace of the sitting room was brightly lit and I didn't even know what time it was, but I guessed it was around midnight since everyone was either off doing their own thing or sleeping.
Sebastian had been pulled away to the kitchen by Erika and Nikki, Tobias, Ralph, and Agatha were asleep, and I didn't particularly know where anyone else was. I'd bumped into a few of them over the last few hours, including Woody and Tiffany, but everyone was either busy doing stuff in their respective rooms or relaxing around the manse. Jak was the only other person in the room and he was reading a book in the chair opposite us, the same chair he'd been in the night he and Bash were chilling together.
"Don't post them anywhere," the reading werewolf lowed, not looking up from the book. "I know its a struggle, but taking digital pictures is a huge responsibility. You can't post pictures of your true self on social media, otherwise normal people will go into a panic."
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