When you wake up on your 18th birthday, your last thought is usually 'oh, maybe my best friend and boyfriend of three years are gonna get caught together by me' or it may even have been 'A totally hot guy whose name I've only heard vaguely and whose face I haven't seen is going to get me pregnant' those should have be...
It's said that every thirteen years the beast that plagued the land come out seeking for a mate, during the blood moon. At this time girls from neighboring villages gather together and walk into the Blood Forest at night fall, till daybreak. If you are lucky you won't be found, but if the beast does find you, you're e...
"Your my mate." he whispers. I stare at him in shock. There's only one thing I can think of to say. "How long have you known!" I growl at him. "Six months." he answers. I stopped breathing. He's known for six fucking months and he didn't tell me! What's worse is he's still been screwing other girls. So that means...
"Are you rejecting me?" I ask, whispering as my heart was breaking into a million pieces. "No." he answers. "I...uh...huh...what?" I stutter. It didn't make sense. Why is he saying we can't be together but not reject me? "I just can't be with you." he says with a straight face, no emotion. "Then reject me." I tell him...