"I wish I never fucking met you," I hiss, venom evident in my wavering voice. I try to mask my voice that's heavy with tears with false malice. "Oh c'mon, love! That hurt my feelings," he says and pouts with his plump, pink lips. His voice was cloaked with false hurt as he places a hand over his invisible heart. His once friendly demeanor crumbles like the ashes off the end of a cigarette. His seemingly friendly, alluring eyes are now cold and emotionless. "Now you will either come with me willingly, or I'll have to use a rather. . .undesirable method to get you to comply. No, I won't hurt you per say. However, I won't hesitate to hurt those you love most. Don't even think about escaping. For every time you escape, one family member or person you value most dies. Clear?" "Crystal." And to death my naive ass goes. - The story of a sarcastic human and a stubborn mate. Yes, this is a werewolf book. You have been warned. Copyright © 2019 by childishxinsomniac All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.

He was so close to me, I could see the exact color of his eyes. Green with specs of blue in his iris. I guess his eyes weren't as pure green as I'd initially thought. It still doesn't change the effect they have on me. His breath smelled faintly of spearmint, like it's covering up the noticeable scent of Bourbon on his breath. Him being this close to me gave me shivers of anticipation and fright. Electricity that I didn't even think was possible ran up and down my spine like a power line. How did someone who seemed so demanding, so dominant make me feel this way? I've only read about this shit in books. There's just no fucking way this is even remotely real. "Colette," he closes his eyes momentarily before opening them again, his eyes holding a hint of warning and desire, "Don't fuck with me. The only man, and I mean the only one, who has permission to touch you, to be within arms reach of you, to look at you for more than five seconds, to fuck you, is me. Or so help me, God." He chuckles humorlessly then, making me visibly gulp. "Hell, God won't be able to stop what happens next." -- When the two meet, the attraction is undeniable. Colette is drawn to his darkness and Brent to her innocence. Brent wants to let her in but he feels that if he does, she will run for the hills. Tell me: Will sharing your darkest secrets really free you like people say? Or will it put you in more danger than you could ever imagine. After all, a healthy dose of danger won't kill you. Right? Copyright © 2018 by childishxinsomniac All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.