In fairy tale, the spinning wheel made the princess fall into her deep sleep, a sleep like death from which she will never awaken. But mine was a different kind of story, in my own fairy tale spinning wheel was not this kind of evil... Cover is not mine. Credits to the rightful owner.
*A werewolf story* His hair was still wet and drops of water started falling on my face and chest. "You are making me wet " I protested. He raised his eyebrows at me then smirked. "Wet? How wet? " I tried to explain then I understood what he meant. "G-get off me!" my face turned the deepest shade of red.
Magic exists. Who can doubt it, when there are rainbows and wildflowers, the music of the wind and the silence of the stars? Anyone who has loved has been touched by magic. It is such a simple and such an extraordinary part of the lives we live. Ctto All Rights Reserved © 2015 Credits to @blckNwhiteRoses for the cover...