He held out his hand to me and I glanced up to look at him through my eyelashes. His black tattoo-like mark was identical to my golden yellow one and I gazed back into his deep blue eyes. I didn’t hesitate as a smile fluttered across my lips as I reached out, clasping his hand and he smiled back. “You’re really mine.”...
Check out the His series; His Lust For Her, His Every Need and His One Desire. They're up on my page and better than this cappy book. Warning, they are dark romances and not for the faint hearted. Check them out! --- *DON'T READ, IT'S SHITTY* (Complete & Slowly, slowly editing) 15 year old Alyssa Henry is an shy, sar...
It happened every month; on every second Sunday, at exactly 11:59 P.M. the screams would start, echoing around the world like a dreadful reminder. Anyone, human or not, who heard the screams of pain and terror would know that once again, The Event had started. Routines were the same everywhere. Mothers would usher t...
In which a girl can't go a day without an anxiety attack and a boy can't go a day without noticing
|Disclaimer: I started writing this book when I was like 13 so basically half of the book is poorly written and there's mistakes left and right. Read for cringe| Who ever said that the big bad Wolf couldn't love?
"And what are you to me?" He was mocking me. "Your mate," I answer. Chandler rolls his eyes and chuckles. The chuckle sends shivers down my skin. In a heartbeat, Chandler was in my face, a little too close. I could smell peppermint when he started speaking. "Sweetie, You're my unwanted mate."
