Smg4 Oneshot Wren Mga Nobela at Kwento

My mate shifts from foot to foot full of nervous energy mixed with something so powerful it has me fighting to bare my neck to her. “Wren” she says softy behind me as she comes closer to my side “Your not yourself. What’s happened to you? You understand that this is weird right, you watching us” Wren casually starts walking down the stairs hands in his hoodie pocket like he’s taking a fucking stroll in the god damned park, relaxed and un-bothered by his sisters words. “Theres nothing wrong blossom, I was just coming down to get something to drink and stumbled on the free show” he shrugs like it was no big fucking deal.

I'll have to talk to my brothers later about all that. We all walk out into the gym, waiting for everyone else to show up. As the gym slowly fills up I hear a whistle right next to us which startled all of us as I hear that sweet voice say "Hey fuckheads what's up?" "Oh my god you evil bitch! Where have you been all my life?!" Wren swings her around as she rolls her eyes at his antics. When he sets her down his eyes go wide on the three girls standing behind her "Wait who are these sexy girls standing behind you Kia?" he asked while looking at Mia- I think that's her name. " Oh my bad everyone this is Mia, Courtney and Rachel. I just met them in the locker room and we're going to be bitches

He didn’t want Jackson to see him this way. The hallway stretched on forever and yet it was no time at all before he stood behind the worker in the dark entrance to the ring. The worker opened the door and Wren flinched at the light. It was too bright. The lights were hot as he stepped out into the ring. The mat beneath his feet stank of blood. Wren took a deep breath and let himself fall into a familiar routine. Let the numbness consume him again. The wolf across from him was young, barely old enough to be fighting in the same ring as him.

After hours of a battle and the end of her life, her power was so immense that it could wipe out over thirty trained Hunters with a smile on her face. Wren kept a hand on my back as we walked through the forest, only adjusting our trajectory a little North. I stumbled on a tree branch and tipped forward, only for Wren to catch me. His eyes looked into mine and he nodded but didn’t say anything. We continued on and the rain let up every so slightly. The treelined broke into the clearing Sam had designated her army to be stationed. From the looks of things, the battle was over. Some of the rogues were sitting helping each other with bandages or trying to keep the fires from going out in the do

She wiped a tear from her eye, still giggling, "Okay, fine, no STDs, okay? Just fun!" I don't know why, but she appeared extremely happy tonight. It felt terrible to rob her of her moment with my sob life and love story. Almost love story. Hence, I made the okay sign, finding myself smiling from ear to ear. That was Wren to me - my laugh factory. "Before I go," Wren said, her tone suddenly turning serious as she leaned closer to the camera, lowering her voice conspiratorially, "Mr. Paulo Smith asked for your number today. I found it a bit strange."