Hercules (Editing)

Pain

Wyatt's P.O.V

I don't know why I'm so drawn to her. No woman has ever made me want to lust after them so much. I mean I have seen girls that are way more sexier then her and way more easy to lust after, but Poppy. .

God why Poppy.

I don't really know.

Maybe it's because of her laughter. Her past. Her care-free personality. Her strong will to get her through life. Her. . .

That's it.

I know why.

She doesn't like me for what I have. What I own. What I look like. She doesn't like me just to get a one night stand with me. . Poppy didn't care that I was insane.

She still wanted to be my friend.

She still wanted to get to know me.

She heard out my feelings.

Who I was.

I want to know more of her.
See more of her.

Explore more of her past and mind. Explore more of her and her body.

I wanna know her.
I wanna fuck her.

No. I don't want that.

Yes. I do want that.

No.

Yes.

No.

Yes.

I wanna kiss her full lips. I wanna feel her perky breast. Her silky skin,
Smooth legs, and Smooth arms. I not only want to kiss the lips on her face. . . I want to kiss the lips between her thighs.

She's mine.

Only problem. . .

Can I keep my secret?

Or more. . .

Can he keep our secret?

(A/N Italics with Wyatt mean what's going on in his thoughts. . His insane side. Like he's in a fight between himself. He's telling how he feels while his darker side is telling him how it feels.)

Poppy's P.O.V

I should have listened to her.

My wolf was right.

Now she hates me to much to talk to me.

Why?

Why am I so naive?

So young?

So stupid?

So curious?

So. . . Selfish.

Selfish.

Selfish.

Selfishness is what got me into this mess. I should have listened to Hercules and never should have been so stubborn to meet Wyatt. I never should have been so selfish as to ignore everyone's heeds and warnings. . They were only trying to protect me. . . And I was so selfish as to go ahead and go to Starbucks.

Breaking the very rules that could have kept me from getting into this mess of getting captured.

"Princess. . " His sickening voice went along with his sickening grip as he shook me gently.

I didn't wanna wake up.

I wanted I pretend that all of this was a dream and I was at Hercules home, in his arms, playfully fighting with him. Maybe even taking a sharpie to his forehead and writing 'dick' on it. I couldn't help, but giggle at this thought.

It was immediately erased as I remembered where I was.

It was hell.

"Princess." This time he growled. I slowly sat up, bringing the red satin bed sheet with me. My eyes looked hatefully into his. I wanted to cry, but I wouldn't shed a tear for him because I knew he didn't deserve to dwell in happiness through my tears.

He deserved hell.

He is hell.

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DELETING BOOK

✨So, someone messaged me and yelled at me telling how horrible and sucky of a writer I am. . . So I'm just gunna delete this book. . .✨

Thanks for all of your support. Should be gone by first thing tomorrow.