One Sided Story Novels & Stories

"Chad, at least use some logic when making up a story, okay? Leah is just a loser who fawns over male werewolves all day. What does she know about the pack war? Protecting evidence? She's lucky not to have been tricked into becoming a breeding machine!" She walked to Timothy, affectionately taking his arm. Her tone was utterly sarcastic. "Timothy, don't be fooled by him. Don't you know what kind of werewolf Leah is? All she knows is clinging to you. To say she died protecting the pack is a complete joke! I think she stole this crystal from some random male werewolf, and they couldn't divide it properly. That's why she was dismembered!" Every word she spoke struck Timothy like a hammer.

After deciding to leave, I went to the Blacknight Pack's municipal office to submit my withdrawal application. "Ms. Holt," the clerk said carefully, "once you leave the pack, you'll lose all pack protection and will never be allowed to rejoin. Are you sure about this?" "I'm sure." When I stepped out of the building, a notification popped up on Instagram. "Thank you for being there for me when I'm at my weakest!" The photo beneath it showed the snowy scenery of Bhador and Mason wrapping a scarf around Eira.

Alas, his shaking body exposed the torrent of emotions rushing through him. All of a sudden, he recalled having once read in a book that the body scent of the merpeople could ease the symptoms of someone who had compulsive sexual disorder. At the time, he didn't believe merpeople existed and thought it was just a fairy tale. Thinking about it now, he realized that whenever he was with Sylvie, that unique body scent of hers would always make his breath hitch. Just then, his phone started ringing. Nick Henderson, Connor's assistant, exclaimed over the phone, "Something terrible has happened, Mr. Shaw! Quick! Check the latest headlines!"