Romances de Amanda

I had Julien help me unload my stuff from the car before plopping down on the bed in my temporary living quarters. He’d said his goodbyes shortly after so he could go back to the bayou and make sure Mama Rose was doing okay. I was thankful for the opportunity to be alone. Seeing Remy had done something to me. Half of me wanted to go back over there and hurt him but the other half, well, it had other ideas.My eyes became fixated on the ceiling as I folded my arms behind my head on the pillow. I stared up at the colorless popcorn ceiling. Pictures of Remy began to dance on the blank canvas as I let myself drown in my thoughts. What was I going to do about my predicament? I let out a deep sigh as I let my eyelids close. All I knew at the moment was that I was exhausted and needed a nap.Carrying

Remy’s POVToday was supposed to be the day that my childhood friend Elodie arrived. I was expecting her to not want to see me or even speak to me at all. My father did something terrible to her parents when I was thirteen. He murdered them.Why? I don’t know. At least not all the details. Something about witches running in Elodie’s bloodline. He banned the use of all magical werewolf gifts after that. I don’t believe Elodie descended from witches. I had never seen her mother or father do anything strange in the entire time I had known them. Elodie was also the least gifted wolf I knew. She struggled with everything as a child. I was constantly saving her from herself.The girl was extremely accident prone and terribly uncoordinated. Honestly, I co

It was dawn. The light was pouring in through my window, the rays of sunshine caressed my face. I sat up, my long, chestnut hair swaying behind me. With a stretch and a yawn, I slowly stood to my feet and peered out the glass to get a good look of the bayou. It’d be the last time I’d see these lush, green trees and brown, swampy waters for a while.A smile tugged at the corners of my lips as a familiar smell wafted in my nose. Aunt Rosette was cooking breakfast and by the smell of it, it was my favorite. I quickly showered, brushed my teeth, and threw on a black wife beater and a pair of high waisted black skinny jeans. Adorning my feet were my favorite pair of black combat boots. You could definitely say that black is my favorite color.I opened the door to my bedroom and strode down the hall to the kitchen. My icy blues caught si

When I was a little girl, I always thought I was just like other girls my age but that turns out that wasn’t true. The truth is, I’m a werewolf. The first time I had gained any knowledge of my true nature, I was twelve years old. That was the first time I turned.I can remember the event as if it were only yesterday. The moon was shining, deadly silence fil