Girl In Disguise

Girl In Disguise

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Life can never be easy. Being an assigned bodyguard to a rich, pretty girl seems nice and easy but in reality it's hell on earth when you've got to hide your gender as a female, put up with that snobby teen, defend her from greedy men out for her family's fortune, listen to her whine and flirt with beautiful men and sneak out of the mansion three times a day while you watch on the sidelines, or have to drag the girl back home, and also keep your secret about your certain inhuman abilities, perfectly hidden to survive. With the situation I'm going through, of course life is complicated. But you know what's worse is when the guy I adored and loved comes to Las Vegas with his beautiful normal wife during Abe and his family's vacation. That's just the icing on top. A stab right into my bleeding wounded heart...maybe I should just forget that. He's just a cheating bastard who wasted my time. But well, another problem comes after the next as a group of strangers decides to pay me a visit as Abe's family are on vacation, dragging me along the way, and thinks I'm a demon spawn that needs to die or be locked away because of my scent their picking up on. How the hell does that make sense? They want to kill me because of how I smell? Are they weirdos? It makes me want to laugh and cry at the same time. In truth they may actually be right. Ha...not about putting me in my grave early, but about the demon part. Honestly, I don't know what the hell I am. I do know that I'm an orphan with not much of a past to remember, just that I've never been normal. I just want to know what in hell is going on with my twisted life? And what am I going to do with this shit load of problems?
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Paranormal Romance (Werewolf) You know that movie Jerry Maguire? It's about this sports agent who got fired for suddenly having a conscience. Anyway, there's this very romantic scene by the end of the movie when Jerry made this very heartfelt and passionate declaration to his wife. Those words would melt you into a puddle and make you burst into tears thinking, "I want to have that kind of love!" Well that very sweet scene did not happen on this story, not all of it anyway. Don't get me wrong it was heart wrenching, very much so, and there was a passionate declaration. But instead of saying the oh so loving, oh so sweet and oh so scripted "I love you. You complete me..." like Jerry did in the movie, my 'mate', the other half of my soul and the one who 'completes' me said, "I hate you. I wish you were dead!" He said it with disgust and anger burning in his eyes. He didn't run into my arms like he was supposed to, he ran away from it. But who could blame him? Jerry Maguire was right. We live in a cynical world and we work on a business of tough competitors. Why would my mate want to be with me? He'd be shunned and be forever laughed at. Aside from the fact that I was male, I'm basically useless to him because I'm a werewolf who can't phase. He's an alpha. He could have anyone he wants. And me, well, I'm on the bottom of the pack, the runt of the litter. The council didn't know what to do with me. They couldn't kill me since it could drive my mate insane, even if he didn't want me. I can't kill myself because it would probably have the same effect on him. I have to live but I can't be with my mate and my pack. So I made it easier for everyone, I ran away. I always believed in the saying "Out of sight, out of mind." What I didn't consider was the possibility that they'd come after me and forcefully bring me back.

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