My Writing

[What If?] Casey Wasn’t A Brujah?

Despite the pain the players were in due to an absolutely brutal game, the team had beaten the odds and won. The

He’d managed to make it from his apartment in Greenwich Village to Jersey City without incident, as far as he was aware.

Casey was alone in his new haven, and for once, he welcomed the quiet. There was no sense of loneliness — only

After I had inadvertently killed Matt, I had considered, if only briefly, of asking Valeska to use the silver stake on me;

Casey studied the man in front of them, a man just a few inches above his own height, with dark hair and

Julien had just put Valeska to bed, set some water and aspirin on the bedside table for her, as well as placed

Petra looked out the window of her room at the gray day outside. It was overcast, and the clouds looked ready to

Casey jogged up the steps of his brownstone, pausing long enough to unlock the door before heading inside. Inside, he flipped on

Casey had been recruited to the Montreal Canadiens at twenty-one, fresh out of the QMJHL. He still felt keenly that he was

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