After getting away from your past abusive boyfriend, you meet someone, you meet the one. Your life is finally changing, it's finally good. But not for long... ~I made this soooooooo long ago so sorry if it's cringey~ Edit: this story was published sometime in mid summer of 2017, and was edited and rewrote in late spring of 2020. I hope you all enjoy the story! All Highest Rankings: #36 in #AbusiveBoyfriend #73 in #Sean #193 in #Gaming #143 in # Septiplier #361 in #Jacksepticeye #499 in #Jack #770 in #Markiplier #892 in #YouTube

I wrote this ages ago so its pretty cringey

My mom and I are werecats. My dad? He died. Why isn't my mom all depressed and suicidal? Because unlike werewolves, werecat mates don't die with each other. They live so they can take care of their children or help around the pride. Not that there are many werecats left. There are about 80 left in existence. Why only 80? Hunters and werewolves. We're not accepted. That's why we moved. My name is Nikki. I'm 17. This is my story.