My name was a curse.
So they didn't speak it. They hissed it.
My mind was their home.
So I was never alone. Never in peace.
My body was their vessel.
The more I pushed back, the more they lashed forward.
They owned me. They haunted me. They begged me. And they cursed me.
But my heart...that was his. Until it was not.
And then,
they owned my soul.
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Falling To Pieces [on Hold- rewriting]
WerewolfSince her tenth birthday, Scarlett Green has heard voices that only she can hear and seen things that only she can see. They are the lost souls of tortured she wolfs who seek the blood of those who hurt them. Scarlett has seen it all. From hits, to...
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