Short-haired Chucky

~read the rewrite ‘Celestial Bodies: of Runts and Lycans’ up on my profile~ Xavier sighed and tried to move in front of me without scaring me into backing away from him. "It's okay little one," he said as came closer to me. I felt so tiny in his presence, especially in wolf form. He knelt down and tried to move closer but I whimpered and backed up more into the tree. He sighed again before trying again and I tired to put all my fears away as he once again reached out his hand. I put my head down, hoping that if I couldn't see him, I wouldn't be scared. As I felt his hand on my back and felt tingles explode, I jumped but then relaxed as I got used to it. I calmed down more as he picked up my small frame and held me close before whispering into my ear, "What has happened to you little one?" *~*~*~* Celeste has always been running. When she was little a group of rouges killed most of her pack and the remaining wolves ran, including her. Over the years they have slowly split off until it is only her and her mother running. When the rouges once again find them her mother spared her own life to keep her beloved runt safe. She ran, but eventually she could no longer run for her tiny body hadn't had the energy. Now she has been found by a new pack, The Paramount pack, and she is surprised when she finds her mate. Because how can she, an innocent little runt, have a mate such as Xavier, one of the strongest alphas in the country?

I was one of the lucky ones.Was.It all ended for me when I was 12, when I was taken away from the last bit of hope and family that I had left.Now, this is my life. Destined to rot away in a cage until a vampire comes to take me as theirs.Destined to be nothing but a pet.

Synopsis "So you're admitting you're a bad person?" I teased. "I'm a bad boy." "Then that makes me a bad girl?" "No." He gently tilted my chin upward. His eyes locked onto mine. A dark smirk appeared on his lips. "You're beautiful like a doll. Feisty and strong." His voice dropped lower. "So I'd say you're the Badboy's Baby Doll." ★★ Everyone knows Trevor Macall. The ruthless king of Dominant High School. Trevor Macall was every girl's fantasy and every student's nightmare— a dangerously handsome bad boy with a cold heart, a ruthless reputation, and secrets buried so deep that no one dared to uncover them. Then Claudia Jackson walks into his world... She had never been good at following rules. Unlike everyone else, Claudia refuses to bow to Trevor's reputation. She challenges him, fights back, and sees beyond the cold mask he wears. One unexpected encounter turns into countless collisions, heated arguments become irresistible attraction, and before either of them realizes it, the girl who was supposed to stay away becomes the only one capable of breaking through Trevor's walls. For the first time, Trevor finds himself wanting to protect someone more than he wants to protect his secrets. But love has never been kind to people like them. But however loving Trevor means becoming a target, because the closer she gets to him, the more dangerous his world becomes. As enemies emerge from the shadows, long-buried truths come to light, and Trevor's dangerous past catches up with him, Claudia is forced to choose between walking away... or risking everything for the boy everyone fears. Sometimes, the most dangerous bad boy doesn't steal your heart. He becomes the only place it ever belonged.

"When does a person die, when it stops breathing, when its heart stops beating?" "No a person dies the moment it looses hope, that's when u become an empty shell, a living doll when you have no more expectation from the world, where there are no feelings just emptiness" "Many people would think that immortality is a blessing little do they know that this is the cruellest curse someone can give you" ******** *creepy smile* " Oh Celea you really think that you will ever be able to live me" he was caressing her face, he looked like he was crazy... "what are you talking about?" " I'm saying that you will never be able to escape me, I won't let you go even if you love someone else, you are mine" " your hair belongs to me" touches her hair " your lips belong to me" touches her lips " the eyes that look at me with indifference belong to me" touches her eyes " your heart belongs to me..." his finger went down her neck to her heart, action wich made Celea look at where his finger's at. Claus than goes to her ear and whispers " your whole existence belongs to me Celea"

“Kneel, Little thing,” he orders, his breath running down my neck. I find myself kneeling. It’s not like I have a choice. He’s going to hurt me if I don’t. And I’m ashamed to admit it, but I’ll enjoy every bit of it. My core throbs, and my mouth water hungrily as he frees his cock from his briefs. “You want it, don’t you?” He fists himself and my eyes follow the movement. I can feel the wetness dripping down my legs despite my position. The room is dark, and there’s no means of escape for me. Not that I want to. “Yes,” I whisper, my face coloring in shame. “Louder, Little thing. Don’t you hate me? Don’t you want to kill me—the man who killed your only brother?” He taunts. I don’t reply. The next moment, he grips my hair hard, and I gasp. “I want to.” I force myself to say. His face lifts up in a mocking smirk. “Good girl. Now, suck my cock like my pretty little toy.” He demands, slamming himself into my mouth and stealing my breath with one hard thrust. * Her life faces a brutal turn when a cruel Mafia Don breaks into her home, demanding the stash of diamonds that her brother supposedly stole. She tries to pick herself up and avenge her brother’s death, but falls instead into the trap Don Luca set for her. What is meant to be vengeance changes into something irresistible. Something dangerous. Something that might kill her if she gives in…

My childhood friend said that he was connected with the doll. Now that he had lost it, he called me up to cry. One hand held my phone as I consoled him, while the other toyed with the doll. His voice began to take on a more interesting tone with my purposeful touches… I squeezed and pinched the toy and comforted him, “Shh, I agree with you. Whoever took your toy is a terrible person…”