Prologue.......
Monica's POV
Growing up I had nothing. I saw other kids who had love and good things handed down to them since birth.
My mother had seven kids and i, Monica am the youngest. My parents did the best they could for us. They always said one of their kids will be successful one day.
That dream never came true because my parents and my brothers and sisters were killed in front of my face at the age of five.
My grandmother took care of me every since that incident. Growing up my family were killed off by the same man who killed my parents.
I currently have no family. Just ashes of my grandmother's remains. I look at myself today, still being judged of my skin tone. I wonder sometimes about how i made it this far.
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The Howling
WerewolfIn the deep south country woods of Georgia a small town believed in an old mystery story called The Howling. Monica Moore was a 26 year old living on her luck. All of her family was killed. She had no clue of what and who she was. Barely making a l...
