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I whispered, I was usually not easily scared but the fact that someone would even take time off their schedule to text me and come to my house was creepy “What happened?” she asked “It started with a text message a few weeks back asking to be my friend and then after that it was messages every night, every night except recently. I thought it was Tom because he is the most obvious creep and I thought it was cute, but he says it wasn’t him. This person asked me never to discuss anything we discuss face to face with him and because I thought it was Tom being shy I complied, he pretended to be Tom and I fell for it. But Friday night and yesterday was different, there was a wolf stalking me right

She didn’t want to spill her crazy on to someone else. With no one to really talk to and all the time to kill she pulled out her laptop. She started searching the web for everything from hauntings to attachment’s. It was hard to distinguish what was real and what was fabricated. Jess eventually stumbled across something called a demonologist. His name was Doug Marshall and he lived about a day’s drive from her in Colorado. She clicked the contact me button on his website and decided that now was the time to tell her crazy story. This guy was her last and final hope. She closed her laptop as she was told to upon initial decent. With just her carry on she made her way to the parking lot

Probably because it involved the touch of a stranger's mouth to your body. That kind of life just didn't sound appealing to Charlotte. She enjoyed learning about the history of the vampires and the places that they lived in. Just as she enjoyed traveling to old little towns like Willow Creek and exploring its history. There wasn't a thrill in her mind to being sucked on by a person who was likely hundreds of years old. Even if most of them were impossibly lovely to look at. Charlotte hadn't met one vampire yet that ever convinced her that signing up with an agency would be a good idea.

~~~ Hello dearest readers, I'm happy to announce that this story is now live on Goodnovel and can be found under my profile or via the following link: https://m.goodnovel.com/book_info/31000706488/Werewolf/My-Mafia-Mate-Escaping-the-Alpha?shareuser=58595792&ch=apps&channelCode=GNFX00004 I hope that you enjoy this story as much as I have enjoyed writing it. Lots of love Kristi

make it possible. btw my editor asked me to do a new book ..and i m thinking to write young adult werewolf book ..setting will be college romance...and four mafia brothers while their one sweet and string head girl...taming them...haha these are my ideas for now...will you guys like it? drop you comments and gems if you want college romance book...if i got 1000 gems then yes i will do... ADDED ON 19/ 9/24- )Doctor’s Naughty Nights with Brother's Best Friend( SECOND PART OF THIS BOOK) BUT YOU CAN STILL READ AS STAND ALONE- UPDATE FROM 1ST OCTOBER 2024

I stumble blindly after him as my breath comes in ragged gasps. I hear the creak of a door opening ahead. Light floods in, momentarily blinding me. I trip over something solid, hitting the ground hard enough to knock the wind from my lungs. “Get up,” my dad commands, his voice strained as he hauls me to my feet. I let out a wheeze, struggling to breathe. Then I see it—the thing I tripped over. A body. A werewolf. Dead. I choke back a scream, forcing myself to look away as my dad pulls me onward. The shouts grow louder. Guns? Cannons? I do not know.

As I delve deeper into the file, my heart sinks at the sight of stamps bearing the word 'dead' imprinted on the images of people who died in their partial werewolf form; claws out, teeth out, hairy body. With each turn of the page, my nausea mounts, causing my hands to tremble uncontrollably. Though these faces are strangers to me, their death twists a painful knot in my gut and fills me with a shaking sense of sorrow. The disease Gavin mentions surpasses anything that I could have imagined. Suddenly footsteps approach, distant at first before rapidly growing closer. My heart hammers and I'm sent into a frenzy of panic. Shit. Shit. Dimitri was supposed to hold them for five minutes but I'm p

**Lust's Asylum: Twisted Confessions** **Story 12: Stepsister’s Secret** **Chapter 2** Jade knelt on the soft carpet of her bedroom floor, completely naked, staring up at her stepbrother Kai with wide, terrified eyes. Water from her shower still dripped down her body, tracing paths over her full breasts and down her flat stomach. Her nipples were hard from fear and something much darker. Kai stood over her, tall and imposing, his dark eyes burning with years of suppressed lust. The bulge in his sweatpants was unmistakable.

Alexandra was frowning at the screen, eyes narrowed. “What is it?” William asked. “Someone posted a new entry,” Alexandra said slowly. “‘Malcolm Smith was really a Satanist. He dismembered his victims with an axe before slitting his wrists. His soul is trapped in the house for eternity.’” He turned to us. “Where the hell is this headed?” I slammed the book shut. “If this turns into some Scooby-Doo level nonsense, I swear I’ll burn that place down myself. How the hell are we supposed to take down a spirit that doesn’t even follow its own rules?”

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