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“Theo likes you.” “Theo likes everybody. That child would probably befriend a serial killer.” A small laugh escaped my lips before I covered my mouth quickly. Vanessa clicked her tongue dramatically. “And who’s feeding us, huh? Because I barely have enough money to feed myself.” “You literally spend your salary on smoke and tequila.” “And whose business is that?” “You’re unbelievable.” “No, you are.” She grumbled. “I swear if this child starts calling me mommy, I’m billing you.”

The stench of blood, the sounds of chaos, the sights of decapitated and dismembered bodies and squashed brains of those people who dared to snatch her away from me was all I could see and think of and I couldn't suppress the monster in me that basked in the promise of havoc and war. And completely letting go of that one last string of restraint, I became one with that monster that had been tucked away for years, that monster that I had forced to go into hibernation, that monster that had begged to be let loose from the thick, frosty shackles of calmness and restraint since that night that had plagued my night and day, until she came along. I don't know when the deal became sealed when the ha

Two. Then she emerged from her hiding place, her limbs shaking. Kristen didn’t even remember how she got back to her room. The halls were a blur. Her breath came in short bursts, her chest tight with secrets. When she finally sat on her bed, she buried her face in her hands. She knew the truth now. Or at least the beginning of it. Carlo had every reason to hate Carolina. But she wasn’t Carolina. She wasn’t Sophie either. She was a girl caught in the middle of something ancient, broken, and wrong.

Mrs Whitney asked her. "Who are you?" Jane asked her. "I'm Mrs Whitney, I brought you here early this morning. You were badly injured and unconscious, so I had to bring you in." "Oh," that was all Jane could say, then the event of yesterday came rushing back to her memory. And she started crying. "That monster he he he took me by force, even though I had begged and pleaded with him. He defiled me," "Shoo don't cry, it's okay it's all alright. I'm here now, don't worry." Mrs Whitney pulled her into her embrace, she might not have children of her own.

People around me took several steps back in fear upon witnessing my condition, their eyes widened in astonishment, as they surveyed me with fear and curiosity, as if I were a monster. "She's a two-tailed wolf, a monster." "Yeah, she'll bring disaster to the werewolf world." "Oh! Make her go away." " Get rid of this monster!" "Kill her!" Their harsh and piercing insults reverberated in my ears, leaving me bewildered. I widened my eyes, looking at them—these people who were once the most familiar and closest to me were now so cold, so ruthless. I told them I wasn't a monster, I was Charlotte Moore, the only daughter of alpha Morgan and Luna Catherine, the beloved little princess of the Crescen

His hand lifted, hovered just inches from the handle. If he turned it , if he stepped inside there’d be no undoing it. Not this time. He could finish what they started. Bury himself so deep inside that mouth, inside that want, that for a few hours, he wouldn’t have to think about betrayal and bloodlines and wedding vows. He could forget. But the thing about monsters was they followed you, even after the lights went out. And Rafael already knew, no matter how hard he tried to kill this thing between them, it wouldn’t stay buried.

“You lucky little bitch! Your mom actually married our city's billionaire! You're getting out of this shithole for good, aren't you?” My best friend, Navis, sounded a little bitter. We grew up together in the slums until my rich new dad made me change schools. “Don't be jealous, Navis. You know how beautiful my mom is.” I said with tears in my eyes. “I'm transferring to MoonRiver, so write to me often.” Navis hugged me even though she pretended to be reluctant. She slipped something secretly into my hand.

The bruises covered my body, and my once long blonde hair had turned brown from the sweat and blood stains. I just wish it would all end soon; the sooner it does, the better for me. Hey guys so this is my first story and I hope it gets a lot of views and likes "Look, boys," I heard one of the monsters say, followed by a group of laughter. "Just a little princess all by herself. I wonder where your daddy and brothers are; you have been here for a while, you know, Princess Elizabeth," the monster continued. "Just leave me alone," the inner voice in my head cried out.