Noong bata pa ako . . . Mayroon akong kaibigan na hindi ko makakalimutan. Simula pa ng bata ako lagi na akong may sakit. Labas pasok ako sa ospital kaya wala akong masyadong kaibigan. Lagi niya akong dinadalaw . . . “Kathleen , kapag gumaling ka na . . .” “Maglaro tayo.” A childish promise. Kaso hindi ko na maalala ‘yung pangalan niya. Makikita ko pa kaya siya? - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Note: Bakit PG-13? LOL. I clicked it by accident. T_T Now hindi ko na siya mabago. HAHA. Clumsy mistake lang. TSK. :D LIKE. VOTE. BE FAN. :))

"When will you accept me?'' Lucian murmured against my skin. The wonderful feeling only grew as he stepped closer, the thick muscles between our layers of clothing pressing against my back. He dipped his head. I could feel his lips against my ear when he spoke. "When, Victoria? I am tired of fighting with you. I know you want me just as much as I want you. Admit it." I couldn't. "Admit it, Victoria!'' Lucian's voice went deep when he raised it. Goosebumps prickled my entire body as he whirled me around so that we were face-to-face. I exhaled softly, hating the dominant position he had over me. Lucian wretched my chin up. His eyes were burning with a lustful smolder. "No." Oh, I would definitely get myself killed tonight. I knew my defiance was angering him further but saying I wanted Lucian would mean I was accepting defeat. And I didn't do that. Love was a game and I was determined to win it.

Sya Lovelle it at the bottom of the Gallo Pack in England, being used by her Alpha for his own means and is shot down at every turn because of what she is. She is a phenomenon. She is half Werewolf, half Sorcerer in a world where the two would rather destroy one another than have a tea party. Not good. Dante King is the Alpha of the King Pack in Alaska. They say that he is as cold as the Alaskan Winter but as hot as the Alaskan Summer. At the Werewolf Gala, Sya glimpses the Alaskan Alpha and is immediately taken. What happens next shocks them both. Sya doesn't want to be dominated. Dante just wants his mate. Neither can truly have what they want. PS: Sya is Sigh-a *Extract* A breeze came through the doors behind me and filtered through my long, curly red hair. Dante suddenly stopped speaking. I jerked upwards and looked at him. He eyes were frantically scanning the crowd. He looked like a man looking for his Mate! Wait. Mate. Mate's identify each other from scent. He stopped just as the breeze would have carried my scent to him. Oh hell no. *THIS IS A COMPLETE SHORT STORY*