Lexie is not a warrior. In fact, Lexie is a painter. Her hands are always covered in paint. Never coming off. Always there. For Lexie, painting is an escape. An escape from her pain. She paints to avoid the darkness that is in her soul. She paints to avoid looking at the bleeding wound inside her chest. She paints. To...
-COMPLETED- Audrey Allen had lived her entire life in the Dark Root pack, and every minute of it had been dreadful. Well, perhaps not every minute of her life, but every moment she had endured since her mother's death ten years ago had shaped her into the pathetic excuse for a woman that she was today. Or at least, th...
"Thanks so much for agreeing to come with me ,Holly. It means so much to me". My mum gripped my arm warmly, a tender smile on her face. "Anything for you mum". My sister snorted. "It's not a big deal. It's just a picnic. Why are you making such a big deal about it?". "Lisa, keep quiet. You know this is tough on your s...