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Please do Read it when I publish it. Now back to Bizarre Wolf, there's a lot I want to say for this story. It went through many changes but I'm glad I was able to publish it officially. Anyhow, it's close to ending finally. I'm thankful for those who have supported my story and keep supporting it as well. Thank you for loving Clara's different personality character and the comical story this has been so far. I only want to make people laugh and feel light hearted whenever they read this story so it's best to not have heavy tragedies and live in a fantasy life where it's all just fun. See you at the end of the story. -SabrinaChorus

Marco De Leon is thirty-seven years old and he has his wife's nose and his own obstinate jaw and he has lost weight in the way that people lose weight when the food is institutional and the sleep is poor and the uncertainty is constant, and he is standing in the hallway of the Halverson Building with a bag that contains everything Greystone permitted him and he looks at his wife in the doorway and his face does something that I look away from because it belongs entirely to them. I look at Kai instead. Kai has put down his pencil. He is watching his uncle with the full attention he brings to things that matter, the same attention he gives to his data tables and his drawings and the silver shi

Deklan said as he threw his bag over his shoulder again and disappeared into thin air. How did he know that I was holding my breath when I had no idea? Could he read my mind as well? Is that like a family hidden power? This is the second time that I have seen him vanish. Does he have teleportation powers? Who exactly is Deklan, aside from being Dominus's nephew? “Breathe,” My wolf purred, sounding excited. “Bitch.” Releasing a deep breath, I clutched at my racing heart and went to sit back down as I felt my knees threaten to give in. I can't be responding this way to that man who is so full of himself!

Don't worry, we won't hurt you. We came to tell you about us for a reason, you are not an ordinary person, you can say unique. - Duk chatters. As a sign of good intentions, the werewolf takes a bottle of whiskey and pours a portion of factory moonshine into a clean glass. Approaches Conrod and holds out a glass. The werewolf treats you to whiskey, that doesn't happen every day. Conrod takes the glass and sips it in large gulps. Julia goes to the bar and curls up comfortably there. Conrod recovers a little from the shock. He sits down on the couch, nervously twirling his glass of whiskey.

I don’t know what I had rambled in my sleep but I guess it had earned me the boy’s favor. “Justin is a werewolf, Dreki. I am sure he can manage,” Hera’s gaze held mine for a moment. Something about it told me that this was another trap laid exquisitely for me. My jaws clenched and my expression hardened; recalling the extensive training session I had undergone. It was time to turn her own trap against her. “I have heard that there are many golden elks in the wilderness of Ayu. I will go and catch one for our dinner.”

“And your daddy will give this whole world to your feet.” Decker announced. This was the story of Adele and Decker, An impossible love story.

Theo Deucalion opens his dark eyes and says, "Let us skip the pleasantries, Supreme Alpha. My mind has one specific question: which wolf was responsible for putting Juan in this condition? My brain is highly surprised to find a wolf so deeply skilled in ancient moon pressure points here in this little Beacon Moon Territory." Gerard's expression turns incredibly cold as he snaps, "Master Deucalion, it was a young pack healer named Derek Hale." Theo Deucalion frowns deeply, his brow furrowing under his hood. "A young wolf? That seems highly unlikely to my mind. Mastering advanced moon pressure point techniques that can manipulate a wolf's life and death is absolutely not something a mere young

A few elders had tucked themselves into corners, pretending to read and very much listening. Kade stood at the front, holding up one of Rowan’s comics like a holy text. He’d grown into his limbs this past year—less gangly, more sure in his body—but the burn scars on his forearm still showed pale against his skin, a faint reminder of altars that would never be built here. “And then,” he said, eyes wide, “the cursed Luna looked up at the goddess and said, ‘No.’” A chorus of gasps. “Did she really?” a tiny pup with too‑big ears demanded.

On the right side of the grand living room is a sizable, exquisite fireplace, and through the opal doors is a cascading infinity pool that will undoubtedly look amazing at sunrise and dusk. The fairy realm has four sectors. My Aunt Katinka is the head of Dusky Dew Meadows and the realm. My Mom, Isqesis Rosewink, was a true-blooded fairy. While my Dad, Tundar Helio, the son of Alpha Zakton, ruled a small wolf pack in Canada, namely, the Gallant Helios Pack. My Mom was the head of Silver Willow Meadows until she fought in the war. Therefore, I am rightly the heir to that sector in the south. The other sectors are Divine Dewdrops, which is located in the east, and Slitherine Light Meadows in th

Felicia managed to wipe her tears and hurried inside, she was too anxious on hearing what they needed to say, she imagined what they wanted to tell her and her heart was not ready for it, but she needed to hear it. IN THE HIDDEN SIDE OF THE WORLD, Thousands of years, these unknown creatures had tried their possible best to rule the world but because of the existence of Derek, they just couldn't succeed. Derek was a god that was feared by many. "For years now, we have not heard or seen Isaac and Mushard, if they should fail in this mission, I don’t think we have anything left anymore, it will simply mean that we are doomed. The absence of Isaac has made you all useless. Now, before I close a