Seven has been in my life since I was little. He was my childhood crush and my best friend's brother. I never dated Seven, maybe, it was because I was nerdy and not the long legged girls he clung too. But you see, that was how Seven was in the past and when he re-enters my life several years later, I can't help but swoon over him once more ... Yet, there are a few problems, like how I'm dating his brother ... oh and not to mention Seven is engaged... .. Just my luck... To make it worse, I keep making costly mistakes with Seven. Some of which, I can never take back... ~~Mistakes One: Getting a makeover so I can look like the kinds of girls he likes. ~~Mistake Two: Trying to get him to like me. ~~Mistake Three: Going to his house in the middle of the night, crying. ~~Mistake Four: Kissing him. ~~Mistake Five: Taking him by the hand and leading him to his room. ~~Mistake Six: Taking off our cloths. ~~Mistake Seven: Having sex with him. And you see, it is really far too late to turn around. That much I knew when I stared down at a printed sheet that read positive...

Highest Ranking: #1 in Werewolf Watty's 2015 Winner: Talk of the Town 11/23/15 "Literally the best werewolf book I've ever read." -@itsroma "*rereads 10,000,000,000 times and cries every time*" -@stilessparklez "#5thtimereader *I have to vote on all the chapters this time, that's how engrossed in the book I've become*" -@Forevertail "THIS BOOK SHALL BE IN MY LIBRARY FOREVER." -@team_breezyy ________________________________________ "What do you want?" He asked. I clapped my hands together and sighed. "To go home." His face instantly fell. He walked right into that one. "Well that sucks because you aren't going anywhere, kitten." I growled lowly at the nickname and crossed my arms. "Who says?" I argued. "I just did. Now stop acting like a brat and tell me what the hell you want to eat," he said frustrated. I rolled my eyes and turned around to exit the room. "Where the hell are you going?" He yelled at me. I stopped and turned around to look at him. "I don't want to have any food prepared by you. You're hands are probably just as dirty as your mouth. Watch your language," I stated simply and exited the kitchen. ________________________________________ © All Rights Reserved 2014