"We can't do this." I whisper as our lips re-connect, a tingling fire surging through my body as his hands ravage unexplored lands; my innocence dissipating away with every peck he trails down my neck. "I know we can't. That's why it's so exciting." He replies through kisses. His effortless charm intoxicates me; drowning me; hunting me; devouring me. "What if my brother finds out?" The perpetuated patter of the rain unable to subdue my groan as he digs his nails deeper into my skin. "Who cares." ********** Welcome to my story, where an innocent boy finds a not so innocent boy in his bed; where they do not so innocent things. - YOP

Micheal and Stephanie find themselves delving into a world of mystery, magic, and murder as the events leading up to the death of Stephanie's mother seemingly recreate themselves within Michael's household... Will they uncover a truth far more sinister than they can imagine?

Highest Ranking: #1 in Werewolf Watty's 2015 Winner: Talk of the Town 11/23/15 "Literally the best werewolf book I've ever read." -@itsroma "*rereads 10,000,000,000 times and cries every time*" -@stilessparklez "#5thtimereader *I have to vote on all the chapters this time, that's how engrossed in the book I've become*" -@Forevertail "THIS BOOK SHALL BE IN MY LIBRARY FOREVER." -@team_breezyy ________________________________________ "What do you want?" He asked. I clapped my hands together and sighed. "To go home." His face instantly fell. He walked right into that one. "Well that sucks because you aren't going anywhere, kitten." I growled lowly at the nickname and crossed my arms. "Who says?" I argued. "I just did. Now stop acting like a brat and tell me what the hell you want to eat," he said frustrated. I rolled my eyes and turned around to exit the room. "Where the hell are you going?" He yelled at me. I stopped and turned around to look at him. "I don't want to have any food prepared by you. You're hands are probably just as dirty as your mouth. Watch your language," I stated simply and exited the kitchen. ________________________________________ © All Rights Reserved 2014

I am use to as being introduce as the “smart one”, or being referred as “wait you are the triplet because you don’t look like your siblings. This is actually translated in the English Dictionary as you aren't the athletic or the social one. Wait you can’t be their siblings because you are pretty...wait for it...ugly. Really I was used to being ignored and staying in the shadows of my siblings until when one person introduced me as the “unique, one of kind, triplet.” It wasn’t supposed to be love. It wasn’t supposed to turn into anything. It was just supposed to be my hormones jumping all over the place, but I realized that it’s not hormones. It’s love. This isn’t a cliché bad boy and geeky girl. This is about two black sheep’s or social outcasts if you prefer the more technical term having each other’s backs.