Author's Nonsense:
Author's Note: Wow, another story, and right after Halloween too. This is supposed to be a horror story, apparently by the title of this. So, yeah I know you all are like, "Why is she having another story?"
Have you ever had one of those ideas that you just have to write down? Well, I had that new-idea syndrome sadly, so now updates are going to be like super, super delayed. During this story, I'll have the third part of the third chapter of Suffocating in the Darkness (with an interlude), the sixth chapter of TeXt Me (it will be the longest of the updates), the sixth chapter of I Know Your Secret, But I'm Not Telling You What It Is. . . , and the others.
I might not even want to complete some of the other fics because of how much updates I have to do. Plus, I have to be super careful not to be grounded again. So life is okay in my world; I got a haircut and some other things, but all the rest is the same.
Now here is the info for this new fic:
The idea behind the title:
The title, Nocturnal Caress, was originally supposed to be Decaying Beauty, but when I thought about it, the whole darkness thing going on around Nocturnal Caress just. . . it just was like, wow, this is so much better!
And, nocturnal means like to relate with night, like bats are nocturnal animals; caress means like what it means: THE YAOINESS! Er—I mean an act of endearment (basically the simple version of yaoi is—caressing boy/ boy!)
The summary:
Like it said before you actually began reading this. Sora's the new kid in town—and he has a secret he'd rather not share, especially with Junior Class President, Riku. But, to make matters worse, Sora thinks he's going insane; either he really is just hallucinating about seeing that dead girl in his attic, or she's very real. . .
And does she have anything to do with Sora's insanity?
Confusing, yes, but all with be revealed in due time!
Warnings:
Like all my stories, this is yaoi (which is the very lovely Japanese word meaning male/ male bonking, just in a nice manner). . . XD
There are also scary scenes in this, so if you can't handle horror, I suggest you read my other well happy stories; they'll make you laugh, I hope.
And I guess that's all for now—the keywords, 'for now'!—and I guess we can go to the er—prologue.
Cheekon's Note: This is some bull shit, Sara—you're writing another story—which will probably kill you. Plus, people are going to drown you with threats to update.
And I don't really feel sorry for you, you black Asian.
Alter Ego's Note: LEAVE COOKIES AND FEEDBACK AND REVIEWS AND PLUSHIES AND. . . AND. . . Yeah. . . I think that's it. . .
End of Author's Nonsense