Dave Grohl Young

Of all the pups in the clan, my parents only loved my brother and sister, but not me. When the fire broke in the pack, they hurried into the flames to save their pups, but only took my brother and sister. Left behind, I suffered facial burns and my wolf grew extremely weak. From then on, I lost interest in fighting for their love. Whoever wanted them, could have them. After all, I was already dying. But I did not anticipate their regret. They held my thin frail body and begged: “Could you throw a little tantrum at us again… just once more?”

Isang trahedya ang nagpabago sa buhay ni Lexxeignne. Naging instant multi-billionaire ito agad ng ipamana sa kanya ang lahat ng mga ari-arian ng kanyang amo ng ito ay maaksidente. Wala siyang nagawa kundi ang tanggapin ang napakabigat na responsibilidad sa buhay niya. Lalong-lalo na't nangangako siyang aalagaan ang mga ari-ariang ipinagkatiwala sa kanya. She's young, beautiful and intelligent. Kaya naman ay marami ang humahanga sa kanya. Ang akala niya ay tuluyan ng magbabago ang buhay niya at mamuhay ng tahimik ay hindi pala. Ang nakaraan na pilit niyang kinakalimutan ay pilit bumabalik kahit anong taboy niya. Ngunit paano kung ang nakaraan niya ang maglalagay sa buhay niya sa alanganin? Matatakasan kaya niya ang kamatayan?

"Ouch, that hurts!" Underneath the bright lights, the man makes me lie facedown on the bed. Then, he pushes my waist down from behind, seemingly looking for the best spot. I feel something odd press against me and cry out, telling him to stop. He doesn't, though. In fact, he grabs hold of my belt.

My mom, Allison Ramsey, runs an adult store. One day, I'm so tired that I doze off inside, only to end up accidentally trapped in one of those pleasure beds. When Mr. Palmer from next door walks in, he mistakes me for the store's latest doll and proceeds to pull down my hot pants.

"Please, stop pushing. I can't take this anymore." The concert venue is packed tight. A man behind me keeps pressing into my backside. I'm wearing a mini skirt today with a thong underneath, and it only makes the situation worse. He lifts my skirt and presses himself against my hips. As the atmosphere heats up, someone in front of me slams into me, and I stumble back a step. My body stiffens as I feel like something just slid inside me.

I'm at the amusement park with my husband and our daughter when my blouse—still damp from breastfeeding—catches the eye of a father from my daughter's kindergarten class. He secretly takes pictures of me and starts blackmailing me, demanding a taste. My husband and our daughter are close by, but he grows bolder by the minute and orders me to undo his belt.

In the bedroom, I am being manipulated into various positions. A strange man reaches out toward me and fondles my body roughly with his callused hands. He leans in closer and tells me to relax because it will help release the milk quickly. The man before me is my husband's best friend. He was hired to be my lactation therapist. His hands roam across my waist slowly and pause right at my chest. I can hear him saying in a hoarse voice, "I'm going to start massaging here." I can't help but shudder before closing my eyes tightly.

The bedroom was dark, and I was holding my wife's hand, feeling like I wanted to do something a little daring. But as I moved her hand, she suddenly stopped me, her hand trembling slightly. When the movie ended and the lights came on, I was shocked to realize that the person beside me wasn't my wife, but our neighbor, Lesley Mendoza...

She’s just a stripper, an outcast omega that left her pack just to be someone appreciated or noticed in New York. She left to find someone who would give her the love and affection she lacks as a child; one she deserves to get from her mate. And He’s a cold aloof man, the Alpha of the BloodMoon Pack, the leader of New York’s Mafia. A stone hearted beast that doesn’t believe in Love or Affection. What happens when the Moon Goddess decided to pair this two together, a slow burning fire to melt a stoned ice. Will it be possible? Or is the ice going to freeze Kory Anders before she gets what she wants out of him.

Yesterday, my name was Elizabeth Summers. I was 43 years old with a good job that I didn’t like much, but it paid the bills. When I woke up today, I was told my name is Kimberly Sparks. My birth certificate says I’m 24 years old. I don’t have a job or a place to live. But there’s a seriously hot guy taking me home with him. Elizabeth Summers died yesterday in a terrible fire and Kimberly Sparks was born. But I’m not a phoenix; I’m a werewolf. Who knew?