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My breath hitched as I looked up— Straight into the stormy blue eyes of Jake Blaze. Of course. Of course it was him. He stood there with tousled black hair, a leather jacket, and that infuriating smirk that could charm a snake. He was Willow Court High’s walking red flag—the kind parents warned daughters about and teachers pretended not to fear. “Sorry!” I squeaked, scrambling for my books before I cried or screamed—whichever came first. Jake didn’t bother responding. He just walked away, his friends snickering as he joined them.

"Yeah. And because I was an orphan, I think he took pity on me. But I genuinely loved him, Zeenah. I loved him more than words can say. And now, I'm going to get him back while you go back to Abubakar." At the mention of Abubakar's name once more, the door flung open and he walked in as confident as he can, a cynical smile on his face. "Hello, dear wife." * Hello everyone. Is my culture that bad to read? Lol, I feel like that's the case, hence the reason I'm not getting any review abiut the book or Chapters. However, despite all that, I hope you're enjoying the bok and that one day, I'll get to know your thoughts regarding the book. Thank you!

A mane that moves like wind caught fire. Whatever that is, open its eyes last. They are the color of flame. Not orange, not red either but fire. I feel like the wind has knocked my breathe out of me as I stumble backwards. I can’t breathe. The creature tilts its head and speaks, well, not with sound, but with thought. It brushes against my mind like silk soaked in cold water. “Breaker.” What is that again? I stagger. “What… what are you?” It steps forward. Each paw or is it hoof? presses into the earth like it belongs here more than the trees do.

Wolfsbane. I quickly went to the door and opened it, only to see bodyguards standing outside the door. “How dare you gave me wolfsbane, Theo!” I shouted at him, which came out not as loud as I wanted it to be. “Don't worry, with your Alpha blood, it’ll only weaken you,” he chuckled. I was raging inside. “I, Charlotte Adler-” “Try rejecting me if you want the Moon Crest Pack to only be left as a name,” he chuckled again as if I was a toy in his hand that could only be played by and followed whatever he wanted at the moment.

she whispered, her voice trembling, "Look." I followed her gaze and my breath hitched. There, in the distant, was a figure. It was too far to make out clearly, but the sight sent a shiver down my spine. It was a man, and he was watching us. And in his hand, glinting ominously in the setting sun, was a silver dagger – the unmistakable weapon of a werewolf hunter. The sight of the stranger with the silver dagger sent a chill racing down my spine. Instinctively, I stepped in front of Sofia, shielding her with my body. "Go inside, Sof," I murmured, my eyes never leaving the ominous figure.

Trying hard to redeem herself now. "You think what he felt for me was pity? He loved me. He did not for once feel pity for me. Never. Maybe you should ask yourself why he is with you, because from the looks of it, you're the one who's looking more pathetic." I said furiously. I couldn't take it any longer. I slammed the door so hard as I stepped out. I rested on the door for a while. I felt all the strength I had had been drained out of me.

Around him, fragments of forgotten realities drifted like ash—a child's lost toy, the echo of a final breath, the silhouette of a city that never existed. So you've come home. The voice wasn't heard so much as remembered directly into his consciousness. Shadowalker turned. The Windwalker stood fifty feet away, though distance meant little here. He was tall, elegantly built, with hair like frozen sunlight and eyes the pale blue of a winter sky just before dawn. He wore simple white robes that seemed woven from light itself, and he glowed with a soft, terrible radiance. "Not home," Shadowalker said. "Visiting." Semantics. Windwalker drifted closer, his feet not touching the non-ground. You loo

Britney added. “It’s a rumor of a very cruel pack called The Red Walkers pack. Their Alpha is a ruthless beast who kills any trespasser on sight. He is said to have a stone-cold heart and he also hates Christmas. Like he detests it and does not want to have anything to do with it.” Britney said. We all stare at her in awe. She had a way of arousing people’s interest in just seconds. She was as sassy as that. It was no wonder she had millions of followers on I*******m and was the College’s Queen bee.

When her feet were on solid ground again, Tessa opened her eyes as the black mist floated off on the early morning wind, and the sun started to peek up over the horizon. Standing on the lush green hillside overlooking a turquoise lake and surrounded by rocky mountains, the cold wind blew through her sweater, and her teeth began to chatter as she hugged herself close. It’s thought that Firebreathers don’t mind the cold, that their internal spark kept them warm, but quite the opposite is true. Even the slightest drop in temperature sent her into a painful wave of ache that reached every cell. Wrapping her in his cloak, Rafik nuzzled his bruised and battered face against her cheek. “It’s alrigh

xo ADB_Stories ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ *TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter features abuse and offensive language* A cold wind blows through the crevice in the brick wall of the basement; a shiver wracking my body as I huddle my knees up towards my chest hoping to retain what little heat I have left in my fragile body. The eerie whistle of the cold wind is just as bone-chilling as the cold itself. The smell of dirt, mould and dry blood is a constant reminder of where I am.