Killing your ex is hard

Killing your ex is hard

  • WpView
    Reads 231
  • WpVote
    Votes 3
  • WpPart
    Parts 3
WpMetadataReadOngoing7m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, May 24, 2014
WpInfo
Fiction
Romance
Being a werewolf is hard. Being a protector, who will kill anything that dangers humans and supernatural beings is harder. Killing you ex boyfriend because he's a vampire on a killing spree is not something that can be done easily. Will Amber be able to kill him or will she fall for him all over again. Join Amber as she takes on that duty. Will she be able to do it or will he convince her that she shounldn't kill him. Because of her feelings in the passed.
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • He's My Mate
  • The Werewolves Vampire
  • To Bleed for Him
  • The Rogue Luna
  • His Obsession
  • The Alpha's mate
  • Fighting the Wolves
  • Mason's Diary
  • The Lycan's Origin Series: The 1st Lycan Alpha
  • Alpha Felix

CAUTION CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT. "Say it, Allison," he said, his voice low as he trapped me against the rough wall. A shiver ran down my spine, his voice pulling at me, the power in it making me want to do anything he asked. I shook my head, afraid my voice might betray me. His teeth lightly grazed my neck causing a sigh to get past my lips. I could feel him smile against my skin. He knew he was going to get what he wanted one way or another. I tried to slip away, but he grabbed my wrists, pinning them down tightly. He pressed his hard body against me. I was aware of every inch of him that was touching me. "Don't think you can just leave. We're not done yet." My stomach tightened at his words, the desire inside burning for him. My damn body at war with my mind yet again. He slid his hand up to the edge of my shorts, slowly working it's way up as his mouth trailed small nips from my neck to my collar bone and lower, stopping only when he reached the fabric. I could feel my resolve weakening as his hand reached its destination. "Say it," he demanded. I moaned, my head tipping back as he moved expertly. I wanted to say it then, I really did. But if I said the words, there was no going back. ***************** Allison Cole has just turned seventeen. Most girls would be excited, but she doesn't see it as anything special. She can now find her mate, wherever he is. But she doesn't put much stock in mates or true love. How could something like that be predetermined? Things only go from bad to worse when on that very day she discovers who her mate actually is. Will Allison be able to overcome her bleak thoughts about mates and accept hers? Or is the man bad enough to make her run away? Caught between her body, her mind, and what's best for her pack. Allison must make her decision. Is it worth it?

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines