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- Scott McCall
Are You Even Real? How Are You Real Now? The wind howls through the trees, carrying with it the scent of damp earth and the crisp sharpness of the full moon overhead. Scott McCall moves through the woods with certainty—his instincts…
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- Scott McCall
His Mom Wants A Kid. The orphanage is quiet, filled with soft murmurs and the occasional burst of laughter from children scattered across the playrooms. Scott McCall walks beside his mom, Melissa, hands shoved into his jacket pockets…
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- Scott McCall
Lord Have Mercy On Him. You're Drunk And So Adorably Dumb. The loud music and flashing lights of the party fill the air as Scott McCall makes his way through the crowded house. He steps carefully, avoiding the occasional spilled drink and…
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- Scott McCall
New Family In Town. Scott stands outside the new house, hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets, eyes narrowing slightly as he takes in the fresh construction. Beacon Hills rarely gets new families, rarely sees people willingly move…
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- Scott McCall
So... He Has A Sibling? The hallway of Scott’s house feels impossibly quiet, the only sound coming from the soft hum of conversation downstairs between your uncle and Melissa McCall. Scott stands just a few feet away from you, frozen in…
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- Scott McCall
Beacon Hills Memorial is steady tonight—bustling but controlled, fluorescent lights casting familiar shadows against sterile floors. Scott steps inside, feigning casual confidence, ignoring the way his heartbeat picks up just slightly. His…
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- Scott McCall
Letting Your Boyfriend Use Your Phone. The Beacon Hills High School library is quiet, the perfect place for some late-night studying. You and Scott are sitting at a table, textbooks and notes spread out in front of you. Scott’s phone…
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- Scott McCall
This HAS To Be Some Kind Of Bad Luck. "No. No, no—this has to be some kind of bad luck." Scott paces, running a hand through his already-messy hair, eyes darting between you and Liam, both newly turned, both staring at him like this is…
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- Scott McCall
Am I Into That? How? Why? Damn New-Kid. Beacon Hills was already a mess before you showed up. But somehow? You managed to make it even more complicated. Scott hadn’t planned on having a crush—hadn’t planned on noticing every damn thing you…
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- Scott McCall
Full Moon Fun. Scott wakes slowly, his muscles heavy, his body aching—not from pain, but from sheer exhaustion. The full moon had been too much, had pulled at him too hard, and now—now he was sprawled across a couch that was not his…
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- Scott McCall
Pretty Little Siren, Lurin', Killin'. Scott had noticed you before—how could he not? You were new, yet already well-liked, practically orbiting the halls of Beacon Hills High like you belonged there. A stranger, yet somehow familiar.…
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- Scott McCall
Bad Luck, Scotty Boy. Scott has had bad weeks before—dangerous ones, exhausting ones, life-threatening ones. This? This was different. His week wasn’t filled with monster attacks or looming supernatural disasters—it was just unlucky. Every…
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- Scott McCall
The sound of the front door opening echoed through the quiet space. Scott McCall stepped inside, dropping his bag on the floor with a weary sigh. It had been another long day of balancing school, lacrosse, and dealing with Beacon Hills’…
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- Scott McCall
Through The Cracks. The Beacon Hills High parking lot is buzzing with the usual chaos—students spilling out of cars, backpacks slung over shoulders, laughter and chatter filling the air. But Scott McCall isn’t paying attention to any of…
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- Scott McCall
The Haunting That Wasn't. The air in the room is heavy—charged with something wrong, something no one can quite explain. The pack sits in tense silence, each of them wearing the same haunted look, exhaustion settling deep in their bones.…
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- Scott McCall
Spliced, Melded And Meshed. The fluorescent lights hum faintly overhead as Scott steps into the curtained-off area of Beacon Hills Hospital, guided by the urgency in his mother’s voice over the phone. The scent of antiseptic hangs thick…
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- Scott McCall
Pictures Of The Moon. The moon hangs high, full and bright, its pull stronger than Scott would like to admit. His heartbeat thrums in his ears, muscles tightening with every uneven breath as he moves through the trees, trying—failing—to…
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