The Mohiri Warrior

The Mohiri Warrior

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication dim., déc. 2, 2018
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At a very young age I knew the world was different. Not everyone saw what I saw, I found that out the hard way. People looked at me like I was crazy but I knew what I saw. By the age of 10 i knew not to talk to anyone about what I saw, what I could see. I couldn't talk to no one. I trained myself how to fight by watching the supernatural fights in the underground ring. It appeared I'm the only one of my kind. Ten years later. I found someone. Someone just like me. I was drawn to him. And I knew he was drawn to me. So I did what I'm good at and I hid. I watched his team from afar. But I slipped up... got to close. I moved quickly around the corner. I looked behind and didn't see him anymore. I let out a breath as I pressed my body to the ally wall. Closing my eyes sighing in relief. That was way to close. Pushing off the wall after a few more seconds I turned to go farther down the allay but ran into something fleshy and hard. My hands flattened against his chest. My breath caught. My fingers slowly gripped the black shirt. That was soft. Despite the cold breeze he was warm. Really warm. My hands instantly warmed. Under his v-neck I saw black ink dancing across his collar bones. My mouth suddenly dry I licked my lips and swallowed hard as my eyes traveled up his neck and over his prickly jawline from not shaving today. The smirk the played on his lips told me he knew I had been watching him and he knew it. I met his ice blue eyes. I gasped softly and his fingers applied more pressure on my hips. "I know your not trying to hide from me." His husky voice cut through the silent cold night. As his smirk grew. I scoffed, "I would never." My left hand came to my chest to add effect and I rolled my eyes my right hand still on his chest. He made a 'mmhmm' sound and leans in closer, his soft lips brushed my ear. "I know you've been watching me." He turned his head and ran his nose down to my exposed collar bone and gave jt a soft kiss.
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BOOK 1 OF THE BIG BAD WOLF SERIES: "R-Roman, stop," He lingers on each kiss, teasing me with his tongue. Sparks erupt. "You make me so damn angry," He says huskily, fanning his warm breath on my neck, making another shiver course through me. He places a kiss right below my ear, and I visibly shudder. He notices. He starts attacking the spot with his lips, and I bite my lip hard trying hard to not let the moan escape me. I involuntarily close my eyes. Everywhere he touches me sparks erupt. He starts sucking on the spot. "R-Roman, pl-please, st-top," I push lightly on his chest, but he doesn't even flinch. I didn't want this to happen, not when he was just being a total asshole 2 seconds ago. "Roman," I practically moan out his name. He starts gently biting me, and I melt into him. I put my hands on his shoulders and push him again, slightly harder this time, but as he keeps attacking my neck, I feel as though all the energy has been drained from me. "You're mine," he says huskily in between kisses. I self consciously nod. "Only mine-" He starts kissing and sucking my jaw, and I refrain from letting out a moan. "And you'll never talk to Dimitri or any of the warriors again." I open my eyes wide at his comment, and I push him back with all my strength. *** They said the Big Wolf was bad... They said no one could tame him... That his heart was made of ice... That he couldn't love anyone and no one could love him. His pack was ruthless... Killed without a second thought. They said Little Red was Human.... They said she was shy and quiet.... They said her innocence was like no other... That she was pack less. Helped without a thought... At least... That's what they say... Let me tell you the real story... *** WARNING: THIS BOOK HAS STRONG LANGUAGE, SEXUAL THEMES, ABUSE, VIOLENCE, KIDNAPPING, DEATH AND HARASSMENT. IF THESE ARE TRIGGERS THAN CONTINUE AT YOUR OWN RISK!

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