The wolves were never the most frightening thing in Margo's world. No, the most frightening thing had to be the people under the wolves' fur. Because it wasn't wild wolves who killed her parents, it was the wolf shifters who decided to turn her entire life upside down. And it wasn't wolves that declared war against h...
"Say my name," Harry said, his hands groping my butt and pushing me against the wall. "Say it." "H-Harry." I whined, and he abruptly pushed his pelvis against me, pinning me to the wall and pulling his head back to look at me. "That's not my name." He growled. His eyes were full of lust and his breathing was heavy on...
This is just a whole re-do of my work. I'll be sharing some of my poetry that I worked on myself. I want to share something from my heart with other people so if you copy my work, I'll be under your bed with a shotgun😚
A piece of soul in ink, and unto the paper it spilled. A collection of thoughts that rhyme from a wandering mind.