Novel & Cerita The Wolf Of Wall Street Novel

It's really been a long day. I took in a deep breath and tried to calm my frenzied nerves, opening the door and stepping out onto my patio. I froze as my gaze instantaneously met the predatory gaze of the wolf. Dark brown orbs clashing against light brown ones, one pair filled with curiosity and fascination whereas the other filled with anxiety and fear. Wasn't hard to guess which emotions were mine.

Something wasn't right, and I would be glad if someone could give me a lead. After she conveyed her message, she left, and then I tried to concentrate on the work on my desk. I had a lot to review, ranging from novels to articles, and documentaries. I worked fucking hard to be ridiculed. I picked up the first novel manuscript from the cart full of papers then I opened the first chapter. It was a werewolf contemporary novel, and it got me drowned for a while until Mr. Bernard barged in with a pile of files. I raised my head to see him, shutting the door with his feet.

'' Said Tala softly. Luna let out a sigh and went to get ready for bed thinking too herself. Well shit I messed this up big time! but she doesn't seem to know. Has she never seen a werewolf, or maybe she just never knew that our eyes turn color when we turn. Does she know we exist? If so I wonder what she thinks of us. Is she afraid, predajust. Should I run from her and just stick to other wolves like my family says. They are going to be so angry when they find out I am gay let alone find out I'm dating an human ( not knowing that Tala had her own secrets)

"You never had a wolf. You never had a future. You are nothing." The footsteps faded into the distance, accompanied by lingering echoes of cruel laughter. Elena lay flat in the mud, her face pressed against the wet stone floor. The rain beat down mercilessly on her back. She didn't cry anymore. The tears had run dry. Inside her chest, the profound, agonizing grief began to turn into something else—something cold, dense, and unnaturally heavy. You are nothing. The words echoed in the dark silence of her broken mind. And then, deep down in the dark, forgotten depths of her marrow, a sudden, violent pulse vibrated.