Junkyard Dog Crossword

I stood at the edge of Ironwood territory, boots sinking into mud as cold seeped through my coat. I hated being this close to their land. It smelled like wet dog, testosterone, and trouble. “You’re late, witch.” The voice hit low and deep, vibrating through the ground before it reached my ears. I didn’t flinch. I refused to give him that. I turned slowly, amethyst eyes narrowing as I found him at the tree line. Guilermo Santander. He stepped into the gray light, rain sliding off his broad frame. Six-foot-five of pure menace. Dark hair plastered to his forehead, silver streaks catching the gloom, and those amber eyes—burning straight through me. “I’m not late,” I said calmly, though my pulse spiked. “You wolves just don’t understand patience.” He stopped three feet away. My skin prickled as the runes along my ribs flared hot, reacting to the dense magic rolling off him. Suffocating. Intoxicating. “And you witches don’t understand territory,” Guilermo said. He didn’t sound feral. He sounded tired—like a man carrying a century of weight on deceptively young shoulders. He leaned in and sniffed near my neck. I stiffened. “You smell like sage and burnt sugar,” he murmured, voice dropping, darker now. “It’s giving me a headache.” “Then stop breathing,” I snapped. One corner of his mouth lifted, a flash of sharp canine. “Make me.” The air between us snapped tight. My magic stirred, violet haze curling from my fingertips without permission, brushing the leather of his jacket. He didn’t pull away. He leaned closer. And standing there in the freezing rain with a man who could tear my throat out, I realized two things: Elder Sibal was wrong—Guilermo wasn’t a monster to be chained. And I was in serious trouble.

My stepmother, Mary, hated me to the bone. All because when I was little, I went to a classmate’s house to play and forgot to close the courtyard gate. Her son ran onto the road and was hit to death by a car. My father loved my younger brother the most. After learning what happened, he was heartbroken. “Were you jealous of your brother? That’s why you deliberately left the gate open?” I desperately explained that I had closed the gate, but Dad didn’t believe me. He locked me in the basement and raised me like a dog for the rest of my life. Until one day, when Dad went on a business trip, Mary didn’t give me any food for three days. Starving, I crawled upstairs to the kitchen to look for something to eat. That was when I saw Mary sitting on a man’s lap, saying softly, “If you hadn’t forgotten to close the gate back then, I wouldn’t be living in fear every day of my husband finding out… We’re the ones who killed Ethan.” Only then did I understand that I wasn’t the one who had forgotten to close the gate and caused my brother to run outside, but my stepmother’s lover. Just as I was about to sneak back to the basement, my stepmother noticed me. “What did you hear? No! I can’t let your father find out that I killed our own son!” In a panic, she grabbed me and threw me down the stairs, killing me on the spot. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day the car hit my brother. I blinked my innocent, childlike eyes and pointed upstairs, speaking in a soft, baby voice, “Dad, I closed the gate. It was the man in Mom’s bedroom who didn’t!”

WARNING: Matured Content. Read at your own risk. Credits to Carla Agus for my book cover. <3 He was labeled as taciturn man, because during the course of his 30-year life, he spoke less and acted more according to his own convictions and ideas. Aslan Jade Lopez was satisfied and happy in his home together with his dog, Midnight. He was already standing on his own two feet when he finished his degree and decided to persue his own career. Ngunit dahil likas na bukas ang kaniyang isipin mula pa noong bata ay hindi naman niya sinasarado ang mga posibilidad na may mga magbabago sa kaniya basta ang nasa isip niya, he was far different from the others. When Aslan Jade finally met the guy who made him realize how different he can be, even more than he was before, he was craving a fantasy, something fresh and exquisite. He has been one of the most dangerous men in the underground realm since he was in his early teen. Kazimir David Cirillo built an empire where he can and must feed his fantasies. But when he caught a glimpse of a pair of lustful eyes of a guy who had caught his facination, his sexual urge became even stronger. Ginawa lahat ni David para mapasa kaniya ang misteryosong binata na nagmamay ari ng mga matang isang beses pa lang niyang nakita ngunit nagpatigas sa kaniyang pagkalalaki, pero paano kung ang paraan na ito ay humantong sa dahas na naging bangungot para kay Aslan Jade? Will Aslan continuously desire David after learning the truth about his worst nightmare? Or will he let his fantasy instead to decide for an option- to never let go of David?