My Mate Stole My Mom's Purse

My Mate Stole My Moms Purse(Edited)

Robin managed to get away from her abusive father at the age of thirteen, as a result she becomes homeless. Things seemed to get worst when she befriends a little boy who moms gets killed before her very eyes; leaving Robin to take care of the three year old. Three years down the road they've perfected the art of being street kids, and live by the few rules associated with it.

Only steal what you need never be greedy.

Never trust anyone but yourself.

Always steal from the weak.(meaning people who can't catch you)

Never get caught.

Never look back.

What happens when she underestimates someone? Looks like an easy purse snatching; till the boy tackles her to the ground and sparks fly from everywhere he touches. Being homeless is hard, and taking care of a six year old orphaned boy is harder. Though being a werewolfs mate is the even harder especially when your human.

Author's note: I feel I have to make this, and tell you guys that this was my second story I'd made. It has plot holes, bad grammar, and a whole lot of other things. I'd like to believe that towards the end I had began getting better. With formating and everything, so I'm seriously thinking of editing this. Just be warned that it's not written very nicely. I'm also thinking of changing the title as well, but I'm not sure what it'll be.