Is 'Clumsy Beast Keep Your Paws Off' From A Book Or Song?

Natacha, was never accepted in the supernatural world. The whispered myth and abomination among supernatural beings, she is hunted relentlessly by a coven of sorcerers. Forced into hiding with her adopted father among humans, she yearns for a simple mortal life filled with adventure and friendship. But fate has other plans when Natacha crosses paths with a she-wolf, igniting a friendship that will forever change her destiny. As the most hunted creature in existence, can she still find solace in her dreams of a normal life? And what happens when she catches the attention of the enigmatic Alpha King himself? Alpha Luciano Black, the first hybrid and sole survivor of the vampire king's venom, is a force to be reckoned with. Known for his immortality, unrivaled strength, and unyielding ferocity, Luciano seeks redemption and salvation in the form of a mate. He believes that she holds the key to his redemption, the missing piece that will bring light into his eternal existence. However, when the Alpha King sets out to find a mysterious she-wolf, he stumbles upon Natacha instead. Filled with secrets and a fierce determination to have nothing to do with him, she presents an unexpected challenge to his plans. Will their paths intertwine in a dance of fate and desire? Can Natacha find the courage to embrace her true nature and accept the love of an Alpha King?

Summer Haynes, a.k.a 'Ms. Clumsy'. A lazy Tomboy trying to get her crush's attention with the help from her former ex bully. This is not the best idea to start with...

On Christmas Eve, my parents and my fiancé, Ivano Dominici, finally agree to accompany me to Iberion to see the aurora. But when I arrive there, they never show up no matter how long I wait. I send messages to ask. They reply helplessly that something urgent has come up at the last minute and tell me to go to the observation point and wait. I stand alone on the icy field, turning back every few minutes to look at the road behind me. When my hands grow numb from the cold, I scroll my social media feed and see a recent post from my younger sister, Giada Soave. Holding gifts in her arms, she sits beneath a luxurious crystal Christmas tree with my parents embracing her from both sides. Ivano stands behind her with his hand resting lightly at her waist and his eyes full of tenderness. The caption reads, "Merry Christmas, I'm grateful to spend the holiday with those who love me most!" The comments section buzzes with blessings, praise, and envious messages. I stare at the screen for a long time without moving. This is not the first time they break their promise to me because of Giada. But this time, I do not argue or make a scene. I simply type and send one line calmly in the comments, "I wish your family of four a Merry Christmas." I finally let go of my obsession and stop waiting for people who will never come to me. But when I quietly step away, the ones who cannot let go turn out to be them.

On the night of my 18th birthday, Enzo Vitale holds me by the waist as he coaxes me to take off my underwear. "Good girl. You have a beautiful body, Isabella. Let me take a good look at you." But just when I'm about to reach my climax, the spotlight is turned on. The floor-to-ceiling mirror in front of me becomes a see-through one-way mirror. On the other side of the mirror shows the faces of all the guests who are here to attend my birthday party. Soon, the racy video of my lustful side is spread all over Newlyn. My reputation gets flushed down the drain overnight, and yet Enzo's reputation remains unaffected. On the night we break up, he leaves me a message. "Your brother had watched my sister getting kidnapped by others back then. Now, it's your turn to have a taste of what it feels like, Isabella. You owe me this much." My older brother, Marco Rossi, is enraged, to say the least. When he tries to demand an explanation from Enzo, he gets his legs broken by Enzo's bodyguards instead. Marco drags his broken legs home. But on his way home, he gets into a car crash due to severe pain and blood loss, reducing him to a vegetable. In order to afford the daily eight-thousand-dollar ICU bill, I become the most famous stripper in Newlyn. For the next three years, I flit between various nightclubs in Newlyn as well as various men's beds. I've been trading my pride and body in exchange for checks. Three years later, I knock on a hotel room's door as usual. The door opens, revealing a man wearing a custom-ordered dark gray suit. It's Enzo. He's thinner now, and his cheekbones protrude even more. His eyes are as glacial as frozen lakes. I smile brightly at him. "Sir, would you like any special services?"

To Marry a Monster: Book 2 " My fiancé left me humiliated at the altar. So I walked next door and married the most dangerous predator in the city. I wanted the alliance. I practically begged for it to save the Whitmore bloodline from extinction. But when I stood in the Moonveil Grand Hall ready to bind my life to Ronan Blackwell, he did the unthinkable—he jilted me in front of the entire elite wolf society, leaving my family completely defenseless. With our enemies already closing in on our borders, I had exactly one move left. I marched straight into the Silverfang Ceremony Chamber next door. Inside, Lucien Afolayan—the ruthless head of the Afolayan Dominion—was standing at the altar alone, his own noble bride having just vanished into the night. I offered him a cold, desperate transaction: take me instead. Lucien didn't marry me out of love; he needed an elite vanguard commander, and I needed an executioner's army. But now that we're bound by blood and mafia law, the dynamics in his citadel are turning lethal. His dark, possessive touch is waking up a feral hunger I wasn't prepared for, and his amber eyes demand far more than a political contract. Now, the borders are fracturing under a silver-rot infection, a phantom stalker is hunting my scent, and Ronan Blackwell is suddenly realizing exactly what he threw away. My ex-fiancé wants me back, but Lucien has already tasted my skin. And an Alpha King never gives up his property alive."

By the time I return home from a business trip, it is past midnight. However, my wife, Celeste Beaumont, isn't home. A man's shirt that isn't mine is lying on the couch. When I call her, she tells me that she's working late at the office. "Whose shirt is it on the couch?" I ask, cutting straight to the point. She playfully scolds, "Who else would it be? It's a gift for you, so hurry up and try it on." I skeptically put it on and immediately feel how tight and uncomfortable it is across my shoulders. "This is an L, babe. I've always worn XL." Celeste runs a clothing company. She's the one who handles all my clothes and even uses my body measurements for her menswear line. There's no way she doesn't know my size. The line goes quiet for half a second before she thoughtfully says, "It's from my new menswear collection. "I had pieces custom-made for you and Felix, so I must've grabbed the wrong piece. I'll swap it tomorrow." A beat later, her voice carries a little sob as she continues, "Babe, I've been so exhausted without you these past few days. I've missed you so much…" It's past midnight. As I listen to the undeniable weariness beneath her affectionate, playful words, my heart aches in distress. I can't help chiding myself for overthinking. However, after hanging up, realization hits me. Her brother, Felix Beaumont, and I are about the same build. He's always worn XL.