He was one amazing sight to behold my sinful master piece that she stole . The way his frame was covering her body showed he was not afraid to be bold. A vulture in his advances taunting and calculating enough to drive any woman crazy . Their heartbeats seemed to be skipping wildly Well as far as their heaving bodies would tell me. And their breaths now shortened slowly was killing me . The blaze in his eyes seeing her torture May have made me mistaken him for a mystical creature if my heart didn't know better . My name is Angela And my only request is that you follow me Read through my story before you judge me And maybe then you may see through my eyes Why this Bitch had to Die. Angela has always known what is felt like to be rejected after all her father left her when she was but a new born baby with her mother who rarely ever showed her kindness . However Angela still loved her mother and believed there to good in every one , well that was until her mother sold her happiness for a 43 thousand dollar dress along with claiming a foreign child as her own and putting her needs over Angela, to the point where Angela is left heartbroken and leaves to for two years in hopes of healing . Upon arrival back home Angela is met with shocking news that changes her in ways she never could imagine and instead of the peaceful always mute church girl, Her mother is met with the deadly opposite she created.

*Completed* *Unedited* With every step he took towards me, I took one back until I hit the edge of his bed. A deep growl rumbled from his throat and I tried to make myself smaller in hopes that he would leave me alone. Being a human, I stood no chance against this beast in front of me. He would tear me apart. His muscles rippled with ease from underneath his shirt; his stance towered over me; his eyes colored with darkness; and I knew he was struggling to keep his wolf contained. "Kitten, don't act all scared. This is what you wanted, isn't it? You've always fantasized about what it would be like to be with a beast like me." His hand approached me slowly and then brushed my hip. I gasped. His teeth grazed my neck and I unconsciously leaned my head away, so he could have more room. "Answer me!" he growled. My chest furiously moved up and down as I tried to calm myself. I shook my head. "Well, Kitten, you're MINE. Whether you like it or not." From a very young age, Mae has been told by her father to stay away from werewolves. They were too rough, too dangerous for humans, but she always had a fascination with them. Damon was the Alpha of the Night Bane pack and he was exactly what Mae's father told her he would be - rough and dangerous. *Not my cover art @ Jojoesart