'A green fog blew in every direction killing everyone person who inhales it,In our town it is full of those green fogs,We were forced to go to our shelter and evacuate when needed,I was tought not to trust anyone except my family,As life goes on and theres no peace I was suicidal enough that I am going to explore with a gas mask and collect every ounce of food,water and things needed,Until a person grabbed me and took me away,I need to go back home!'
»A adventure of mystery,death,and murder,with a little hint of love in the side,Its called wasteland for a reason,Theres no time for peace and love,Theres only the word survive in their head and they will do anything to do it,Even if it means to kill EVERYONE«
【Violet Collins was forced to be a assassin undercover by being kidnapped by unknown people,She was forced,and if she dosent follow their orders her family might get involved of 'Murder',Forced to do as shes told she stumbles upon a guy named Ashton Grey,Which is the son of the person who kidnaps her,Yet she couldn't stop her feeling,In this horrible dead Wasteland is there time for love and some other time to survive?】
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Warning:Cliche in my opinion,Bad words input,Some Wrong spelling,And more of kinda serious book than a comedy one.
Two homeless girls find themselves way in over their heads when one of them goes missing and the other goes on a search to find her.
Saiya quickly learns that werewolves are indeed real and actually more common than decent human beings.
Emmy, on the other hand, has been searching for something her entire life without even knowing what it looks like and the price that she's so eager to pay for it may cost her more than she's willing to lose.
There are many different kinds of bonds. Some breakable and others not so much. But can you tell which is witch?
Human mates. Are they a gift... or a curse?
**Dark Romance**
**Viewer's Discretion Advised **
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She began to refuse but I gently placed the teacup to her lips, angling it for her lips to touch where mines have already been.
She eyed me warily and saw the sternness in my eyes and I saw the defiance die out of hers. She opened her mouth to sigh and I poured the tea into it. She complied. Her throat bobbed as she drank.
The last drip slipped from her lips and rolled to her chin. I caught it with my finger and dragged the trail back up to her lips then brought it to my own.
She is so beautiful. My heart thumped.
I take it back now; I was wrong, my family was wrong. I am capable of love... I love her, both the man and the beast does.
We love her. And now her faith is set.