ThE WoLf WhO CrIeD HeR
He was the big bad wolf.
She was the small, good girl.
When their lives entangle into a web of passion,
Who will make it out alive?
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Excerpt;
His cold touch was foreign to her warm soft skin. Leaning closer, he moved his fingers on her fragile face outlining her gentle features. His icy breath sent shivers down her spine. Those blue eyes shattered the barrier holding up her secrets.
They knew everything from one glance into her chocolate brown eyes.
He pushed the strands of hair covering her ears aside and quietly whispered,
"When I call you, you come to me. I own you now, don't you forget Scarlet."
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The Wolf Who Cried Her
RomanceHe was the big bad wolf. She was the small, good girl. When their lives entangle into a web of passion, Who will make it out alive? - - - - - - - - - Excerpt; His cold touch was foreign to her warm soft skin. Leaning closer, he moved his fingers on...
