Renouncing the soul

Renouncing the soul

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Being a one woman multifunction assassin. I can't help but get things done, without grabbing a grape for desert. And if I have just kept those grapes, I would have a very successful wine company right now. If I could write my life, wouldn't choose such a difficult life crashing, heart thumping, soul renouncing type of life. But I can't help but own my life, I just have to accept the great Luna's gift with open arms. She secretly wants me to suffer doesn't she? First my parents face coma when I was six. Then I live with an extremely manipulative boyfriend who acts like my father. I have a crazy, self obsessed student that is simply reminding me what I am missing in life. Not him, that is for sure. And to make things worst. This arrogant, sexy amazing sex God arrowed in my self destructing life and now he is holding a black lacy thong and looking at me dead serious in the eyes. Great Luna, I give up, renounce my soul.
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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?

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