I woke up sweating. Holy crap, I'm THAT terrified of meeting his parents.
I looked to my left to see Mitchell with a pool of blood around him and a man in the corner. He pulled out a gun. I could tell by the model, it had Silver bullets. "Goodbye." Was the last thing I heard, before I died.
Dedicated to: @RedWalls_WhiteSoul
~Taylorrrr.<3
This was a joke, because that girl ^^^^^^ gave me an amazing idea. Aaaand she helped me remember that this is my book and the only person who needs to be pleased by it is me. If you can't respect that, then don't read this book.
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Being The Bad Boy's Mate
WerewolfThis was my first story when I was literally 12 so please be gentle. Everything is unedited from 12 year old me because I'm focusing on completely rewriting my second story bc I cringe thinking of rewriting this one. This story is literally all ove...