Winston Cynanoff is used to have things turn for the worst. Sadly... this event turned to be greatly worse. Things go south at a dance, he is practically almost dead, but somehow survives. But from it. Comes a new type of great... in this story... you will laugh, cry, cry as you laugh, or laugh as you cry. A story with death, love, mystery, and uncovering the secrets of a secret kept between Winston and Al. So without further ado. Please enjoy.

As far as streetrat, Jamie was concerned, they were 17, a teenager. And despite what their body is telling them, not a god damn puppy. After a botched pickpocket lands them in the hands of Andrew, a well meaning vampire growing lonely by himself. Will jam finally let themselves embrace their real age?

"I love you so much, baby." I told King as I nuzzled my head onto his shoulder and switched our pup to the opposite nipple. "I don't know what I would ever do without you." He smiled down at me, kissing my lips. "You know you'll never have to figure that out." He placed one final peck to my lips. "I love you and our beautiful pup more than life itself." - I'm terrible with descriptions so read the book to find out more about Asher, the sad abused pup, and his alpha mates that save him :) *disclaimer - this is an ageplay story, if you don't like that don't read it* •this story is ON HOLD at the moment•