I couldn't believe what I had heard last night. The memories flooded my mind.
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As I walked into the door of his home I smelled sage and cinnamon.
"So, don't you have something to tell her Anthony?"
Something to tell me?
Anthony's PoV
Earlier that day.
The sun was blinding as I drove to the grocery store. But I didn't care, I was coming to tell my mother about her.
As I pulled into a parking space closest to the door she walked out.
(A/N
"She" is Casey.)
Her black hair was glimmering, and it almost looked like a shade of blue. I ducked as soon as she started walking this way. Fortunately she didn't see me. I avoided her because if she spoke to me I wouldn't be able to control myself.
In that instant I knew why that was.
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Blood Love and Werewolves
Teen FictionOkay so Im writing this story for my friend Britiany. She's a really good friend so one day at school I asked her to pick out a story idea because I was blank. I would tell you what she wrote down but that would ruin the whole story so enjoy.
