Anne Wheeler Novels & Stories

the someone cut me off. "Her name is Annabelle Siromani, my daughter."

So maybe I’m overreacting, he’s not mine and I’m not his. I’ve been busy working at the diner a lot recently and I actually made some work friends. Amelia who just turned 18 recently, she hasn’t shifted yet, something about it’s better to shift around your mate. An she hasn’t found her mate yet, she’s actually new to our pack and hasn’t really got to meet anyone due to working all the time. Amelia is really pretty and she’s super nice. She has auburn hair, grayish/blue eyes, about an inch shorter than me. An she’s really skinny, toned, smaller boobs than mine, but she makes up for it with her big butt. I laugh with her all the time wishing the moon goddess would’ve blessed me with more jun

But that was hard, seeing as she just sat there looking out of space. Camila Brinx was indeed a fine and beautiful young woman, she was a role model to many girls and women, they aspired to have her calm and collected mindset. I've heard many girls discussing how beautiful she was and how much they admired the way she talked and carried herself. She was indeed remarkable, she has a light six pack and a beautiful hour glassed shape, not to mention her moisturized curly brunette hair.

"There is no one more perfect than you to be the Luna and mate of a Skinwalker/Werewolf hybrid." She was crazy. "Yes I may be crazy, I've been called crazy when I challanged Athena to a weaving contest, I was called crazy when I was to marry my mate when I was turned human, I was called crazy when I asked for the timeline to be reset and for my mate to be killed. All I wanted was a better life for you, a life that I wish I had." She said, walking over to me. "Go to the festival, ask around for Alpha Tate, tell whoever you ask that the Beauty Moon Weavers have the medicine for his dad."

She would have seriously hated having to replace her brand new brown chiffon knee length halter dress and four-inch heel lace-up sandals. When the transformation was complete, she breathed a sigh of relief. It was so freeing to release her dragon, especially after such a stressful day. Launching herself into the air, Leah reveled in the luxuriating feel of the wind whipping past her scales as she flew towards her destination. While she could have walked to where she was going, it would have taken her more than an hour to get there, whereas flying got her there in no more than twenty minutes. Hazel Drift was pretty large. So, when the war broke out, it was divided into two. Her clan owned thi

"Scarlett." ******

"No! Get me a good physician!" The owner sighed. "Young Lord, he is the best physician in the city already. Besides, it will take half an hour before the other nearest physician can come here anyway, and the young lady needs immediate help." Hearing of it, I looked at Alenna, who is still struggling. Her face is now full of sweat, and her veins in her neck were already visible because of the excessive force she is using. I appeared in front of him and clutched his shoulders, showing him my alpha's eyes. However, I don't see any reactions from him. He just looked at me, eye-to-eye, without blinking, and was not afraid.

I could feel my wolf trying to control me, but that won’t happen. “She's Hera Smith. The daughter of—” “Alpha Marco Smith.” A strategy starts to take shape in my head. One that will alter the course of the encounter. “Exactly.” Gelo puts the SUV in reverse, and I steal one final look at the woman who has completely captivated me. I observe her until I can no longer until we are too distant for me to discern any details about her, and then I turn around. The distance between me and my ultimate objective is diminishing.

Walters, the manager, asked her to stand and tell us her plans for celebrating. Colleen stood up. She was wearing a beige sweater and dark tan slacks. She stood about five foot seven and was a bit on the thin side. A first glance said, 'not much body', but I could tell she was more than what showed. Her face and hair were conservative and not too great looking, until she smiled. Then the light inside lit her up. I had been watching her for months and with interest but I figured she wouldn't be interested in me. I'm the guy who rides a Harley to work wearing a black leather jacket and wearing a shirt and tie underneath.

CHAPTER FIVE Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr! That was the alarm clock. Ava reached for it blindly and punched it off. She pulled the duvet past her stomach as she sat up and wiped her eyes sore. She walked into the toilet where she urinated, washed her face, and came out again. The alarm clock which was in the drawer close to her bed gave her a beautiful memory. The alarm clock was her twenty-sixth birthday gift. It reminded her of her mom’s elder sister; Aunt Caroline, her favorite relative. She remembered how she had left her home in Puerto Rico and traveled down just to see her after she had been admitted to the hospital. Aunt Caroline had never left her side until the last day she was discharged. They