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[the-faceless-void]

Common interaction between me n my bf

Me: Hey can you read this werewolf girl Monster smut I'm writing? I need a man's perspective who will give actual feedback n not just be horny. My poor innocent bf: I... don't think I'm into that kinda thing... sorry... Me: bro you're telling me you aren't into sexy naked werewolf wife showing up at your door covered in fresh blood to slob on your knob? that isn't something you're into??? Even more distressed bf who so patiently puts up with my shit: no... no it's not... Make *another male friend of mine* read it. Me: tbh I think it's even less his thing he doesn't wanna read my werewolf porn... or any porn I write, said it feels wrong lmao. BF: skill issue... tell him I said that.

[the-faceless-void]

"THE SEER AND HER SHADOW"

CHAPTER ONE: "DREAMER"

Miro was weirdly excited about the whole thing, daydreaming about his own TV series featuring Claire and her unfortunate affliction, likely featuring a cameo by the GhostGuys themselves. Honestly, She was glad to have a little comedic relief surrounding the situation, but it didn't help the pit that formed in her gut while watching the footage, with the thought that this may confirm something was actually here. It would mean it wasn't just a childhood fear manifesting in strange ways, that someone, or something, had been physically following her most of her life. Well, as physical as a potential haunting could be anyway.

“Okay… come on, it's just like all the other nights, it's fine” She muttered to herself, a poor attempt to gain a little extra courage as she clicked the newest video file. Searching through the frames with her cursor, she watched for any sign of distortion or obvious disturbances as she skimmed the seven or so hours of video. Right on time, as her alarm clock in frame read 3:34am, she saw the usual beginnings of a haze barely peeking out of the lower left hand corner of the frame. She clicked through until she was just a few seconds before the disturbance. She hesitated, before finally gaining the courage to tap the spacebar, playing the video.

She watched as the dark fuzzy mass bled about an inch into view, stopping just before the foot of her bed as usual. Initially she didn’t see anything out of the ordinary, until about 3 minutes in that was… Quickly tapping the left arrow key, she backed the footage up by just a few seconds, she found herself replaying the same small section over and over again, intently watching the bottom of her bed where her comforter was neatly tucked into the frame. Claire really hoped it was just her imagination, maybe her eyes were playing tricks on her, but by the eighth replay, she could swear she saw what appeared to be… a hand? And it looked like it had claws.

Okay so this is Midway through the first chapter of my book I'm working on. It will be mildly Monster romance though I'm unsure there will be any intense level of smut in it... will 100% be writing smut about Claire and her Shadow Spirit either way lol.