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How I Met Your Father
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Ongoing, First published Jun 08, 2020
Mature
He pulled me to him, switching my position so that I was cradled carefully in his arms. 

He brought a huge hand up to my face, thumb brushing away my tears. 

"Don't worry baby," the man said softly, his smooth voice washing over and calming me like a wave, 

"Daddy's got you."

~

Theodore was abandoned by his parents after werewolves and vampires came out of hiding. He was captured, and sent away to either to be bought or sold. 

Jaxon, the werewolf king, is searching for a baby. He needs someone to fill the void in his heart. His mate never showed up, and being lonely, he decides to go get a baby.

Damion, the vampire king, doesn't want his mate. He hates the thought of being tied down to someone he didn't choose. 

These three completely different world collide, and it's definitely for the better.
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⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ -Unorganized -Poorly written -Cliche I was 14 when I wrote this and I discourage reading it 😬 ------- All art is mine. Completed 07/11/2017 ----- I always used to picture my mate, my true mate. He would be powerful and incredibly handsome, perfect for me. The perfect person to make me feel complete. Every day, I was in that sick place, not looking for him, I continued to grow weaker. Soon, it was hard for me to stand up properly and walk around. Soon, I was way too thin, starved. Soon, I was losing all hope. One mark on the ground, one line, one day. I never stopped making lines, and soon enough, I had about 30. They didn't really matter to me. As a new line appeared everyday, I seemed to care a bit less about them. But hope soon was slowly coming back to me, because of the view outside window. --- I am shit at giving descriptions. But I honestly WOULD NOT recommend this book I was like 13-14 when I wrote it and had no clue what I was doing