Wives Romane & Geschichten

I looked back at him, with him this close I could see the bruises on his face, neck, and arms. "Wolly?! Where are you dammit! I'm gonna kill you!" The women stepped outside and something inside me triggered. I put a hand in front of the child and took multiple steps backward. The women had short black hair that looked like it hadn't been washed in days. She had crazed brown eyes and smeared red lipstick on. She wore baggy clothes and she held a sharp knife. My eyes widen and I took more steps backward, Wolly following my footsteps as we got closer to the stairs. Her eyes darted in our direction and she let out a strange noise of disbelief.

They were also her favorites; Marylene being the oldest and most trusted employee. Mary was about 52 years old, an old lady with a very big heart. She could very well remember the first time she tasted Mary's cooking, it was literally heaven bursting on her tongue. She had come to ask for the job to support herself and her son since her husband had just passed away. She was a stay-at-home wife so things were hard for them. She shared her passion for cooking with Jim and he gave her a chance, also because she was a very nice lady with kind words and a soothing smile.

"How are you?" I summoned a smile for her sake. "I'm fine." She released a relieved breath. "Good. Because Tabitha's planning on kicking your ass on the field." Confused, I asked, "Tabitha? Who's that? And, what field?" "Tabitha's like the strongest female werewolf in the pack, and she's in charge of, like, a division of other strong female warriors too." "Females are allowed to fight here?" She shrugged. "Yeah, Alpha Vaughan's not particular about gender when it comes to war."

"Calm down, will you?" "Peace, you don't understand. I'm happy that he finally wants to introduce me to the world but then, there goes his family. They are quite infamous for always maltreating the less privileged, so I am scared." "Babe keep calm, Alex loves you and that is all that matters, Peace reassured." Oops, pardon my manners. I'm Vivian Blakes. I don't know if I should say I'm a Nigerian or just claim to be an American. Either way, I'm African-American.

With only a snug pair of boxer shorts adorning his lower half. “You better don’t try to act smart, Rara. I’d know if you do something you shouldn’t. And believe me when I say I’d punish the shit out of you—cause I fucking will enjoy every second of it.” He whispered into thin air. Rara took a deep breath as she hesitated to speak. "...what more do I have left to fight for... all I’m asking for is some medicine," she said cautiously. “It helps with the pain." It wasn't entirely a lie. Her period cramps were worse, and more painful. Medicine always work for her. Also, she couldn’t risk getting pregnant with their babies. The way they were brutally taking her constantly, she was afraid if they

Jon was an instructor in something, I don't know what. - In several packs, mainly in the central one - I answer bored - What's the problem? Even humans accept it, and I'm not even going to mention the strength that witches have for grouping both sexes. - That's not how it's done! From the dawn of time, wolves were blessed with enough strength to fight for their mate and family. It is inhumane to send women to die in battles and or in wars. - A tall bearded guy says loudly in the background.

I lied. Then Lance went around the oval table introducing the rest of the vampire and witch coven leaders and heads. "We were just discussing... matters." "Yes," Kellen said, approaching. "She was also affected. She is a veterinarian, and her clinic was burned down to the ground. Two of her human employees were killed." A rumble of discontent resonated throughout the room. "I'm so sorry to hear that," Lance said and then held a chair out for her. "Please. Sit."

"It's our weekly date night." "Well, that's nice I suppose. Something to look forward to each week." My mom nodded. "Anyway, I'm hoping you'd be willing to help our clinic, and well, all the other pack clinics and hospitals with something. As I'm sure you're aware, the humans have software, websites, and apps they can access for information on their different injuries and diseases. Unfortunately, werewolves don't have the same thing. As you can imagine, part of the reason is the risk of humans discovering it if it's not secure enough. But the other problem is just tradition. Each pack clinic has mostly always operated as a completely separate entity, and many records we have are handwritten

It is dark out now, the lights from the city and the stars providing some illumination that meets the figure near the railing who is far enough away from the light filtering through the door and window, as well as the weak light on the wall by the door, that she is mostly in shadow. I can hear that she is weeping before I even get within a few feet of her. She does not seem to have noticed that she isn’t alone anymore. I don’t want to embarrass her or bother her, but I feel her pain stabbing me in my own heart. I cannot understand Jeff Thompson, how such a shallow, idiotic man could be married to such a beautiful creature and treat her the way that he does, but it makes me angry in a way I c

It’s not just blood that’s been spilled here–guts, skin, and bone shards are all over the ground. Some of the poor attacked warriors have been torn to shreds. “Moon Goddess,” I breathe out quietly, too horrified to move. “What… happened?” “Something is very, very wrong,” Beta Wilson murmurs quietly. “Obviously!” I burst out, tears springing to my eyes at the sight of so much brutal violence. I kneel down to try and check the pulse of one of the warriors, knees slipping in the blood. “We need to help them, we need to do something, we need to–”