Taming Your Gremlin Novels & Stories

A fact I'd take to my grave. Gritting my teeth harshly, I shut my eyes close. Throwing my head to the back as I slapped my palm over my forehead in frustration and exasperation, A low guttural groan slipped off my throat as I ran my fingers through my tousled hair in agitation. Dropping my hand, I fought the demonic urges that clawed and tried to crawl to the surface and they all vanished when I heard and saw her hiccuping.

He would punch harder, the sweat trickling down his face, as he mercilessly punched the bag, his breath rowdy as usual. "That’s it Xander. You are doing it great." his father would tuck his shoulders, and he would feel tensed, his shoulders quivering. "Think of a strategy Xander to ward off your enemies, imagine, that it is the person you hate, take all your anger and imagine that your enemy was the person you hated most." His father’s words had trickled down his ears.

Kimberly Medilton "Are you kidding me stupid? I already explained this 4 times in a row and you still don't get it?" He bursted angrily and I gulped nervously. He glared at me and took a really deep breath "Sorry" "Stop apologizing!" That made my mouth shut "Let's be done for today" He closed his book and put it into his bag. I swore to myself that I need to study this part again tonight until it cling to my head

The leaves trembles furiously, and from behind us, the distinct, echoing sound of a wooden training stick tapping rhythmically against the tree resounded through the air. Tap... tap... tap... The rebel leader froze, his gray eyes narrowing instantly as he snapped his head toward the entrance. From the misty, green forest, a tall, broad-shouldered silhouette slowly appeared. Kei stepped into the view, his wooden training stick resting lazily against his hip, his sharp eyes cutting through us. My breath completely trapped itself in my throat. Kei didn't look at the dead bodies. He didn't look at me. His icy, unblinking gaze locked directly onto the veiled rebel leader standing over my body, an

This was an year old picture of him standing topless for the playboy magazine. "Now what the hell is wrong with her?" Troy frowned and then walked out of the office instantly, wiping away the sweat from his forehead. The only person Troy was afraid of was his grandmother, Mrs. Herarld Dawson, his only living family. Troy was closest to her grandmother ever since he was born and perhaps that is why she was the only person who could control the untammed tiger.

“It’ll bring your animal nature to the surface. Not your animal. You will be able to resist the urge to shift easily enough, but if you sense a threat, you’ll fight. Maybe you’ll even start fights. You’ll not be able to turn off the predator inside you–the one with a killer’s instinct. At least until your body gets used to the potion, which will be in a couple of days.” That didn’t sound good at all. They might not be recognized by his mom’s minions, but they didn’t want to attract unnecessary attention to themselves. If they picked fights and caused disruptions, they would stand out like sore thumbs. Nobody could know they were headed for Boulder Mountain. They couldn’t be responsible for o

Even just thinking about it made my heart race and my palms got all sweaty. But first things first, I needed to learn how to tame my wolf. After some sleep, a good fuck, and good food, Grey encouraged me to again try and reconnect with her. I was not looking forward to a repeat of the same experience as the night before, but I agreed to try.

She grabbed Damien’s shoulders while trying to come out of the water as her legs wrapped around his torso on their own. "Shh, shhh, relax. Don’t panic. Okay." Damien said when Grusha struggled in his grip while pushing his shoulders down. "I can't breathe. No. Take me back to the ship." Grusha said failing Damien’s every attempt to calm her down. Damien left her waist and lifted her by her ass which made her upper body come out of the water. "Look. Relax now. You can breathe. You see, I am right here with you, right? So no need to panic. Cause I would never let anything happen to you. Okay?"

I forced myself to suck it up as I sat down in front of grams in our usual shifting spot, but since the last rogue attack, we now had Dante accompanying us each night, and as the hours ticked by I’d always notice him starting to sway a little on his feet… he looked almost as tired as I was. “Are you ready, Raven?” Grams asked still as eager as she was two nights ago. Now that she knew my wolf was inside of me somewhere, I had already accepted there was no way she’d drop all of this training now! “Bring it on”. I replied, trying to sound just as keen as she was, whilst keeping my moaning to myself. “Ok. Now, you know what to do… start to relax, and let me know when you feel calm”. I let my up