Wolf Kissed

Wolf Kissed

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Dec 20, 2018
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"Can I help you, sir?", I ask as politely as I could as I was already annoyed for being woken up so early after being exhausted. I looked into his ocean blue eyes. "Why do you smell like another guy?", he growled out, his eyes strangely turning black which freaked me out. ------------------------------ Celia Bowen, a 26 year old Psychiatrist that recently moved to a new city. Lucian Bianchi, the 28 year old Werewolf King. Their first meeting? Weird. It involved a gun and growling. Their other meetings? Weirder. It involved feelings. Lucian rightfully earned his place as the Werewolf King by being the most horrible person known to exist, a man without emotions, without any remorse. So why is it that when he meets Ms. Bowen, he can't stop crying? Is it because he has finally found someone he can be open with or is he just too broken? Celia thinks Lucian's vulnerable when he's with her and she has no idea. This is all just the beginning of a tragic love story.
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Original and un-edited version of my first book "The Kings Luna" In all it's grammar errors and cheesy snd boring storyline . !!Disclaimer!! This book is for entertainment purposes only and may not be copied and used by anyone or any application. The large door closed and he turned to face me. He had the kind of face that stopped you in your tracks. I couldn't help but let my eyes wander. He was incredibly built. Chest muscles bulging and his biceps balls of strength. His long legs were swelling with muscle. He looked like a perfect Greek statue. No, he was a perfect Greek god. He turned to me and growled. "Mate," the word left our lips in unison without even the slightest amount of effort. His eyes returned to normal color as he studied my face. Noticing my slight fear he spoke, "I'm sorry, my love," reaching over and grabbing my hand and placing a gentle kiss on my knuckles. "Tu sei la donna più Bella che abbia mai messo gli occhi su," he spoke in an unfamiliar, yet beautiful language. He kissed my hand and caressed my face. "What does that mean?" He chuckled loudly filling the room with his sexy raspy voice. "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on," he answered. "What is your name my love?" "Bianca North," I spoke proudly. "Not for long," he smirked.

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