Blue Eyed Reject

Blue Eyed Reject

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{A/N: This story is pretty sucky at the beginning, but it gets better so don't just look at it and go, 'Ewwwww. She can't write for crap!' Ok? Ok. I promise it gets better.} Fat, freak, stupid, ugly, waste of space. These are just a limited amount of things that I have been called and it's all because of my weight, eyes, and hair. I am a little chunky. I have ocean blue hair with snow white streaks, and eyes are blue and gold with blacks pecks. Pretty right? Yes very pretty. Amazing even! But nobody thinks so. Not even me. I used to think It was beautiful. Maybe even that I was beautiful... But now I hate it, and me. Just like everybody else. They call me a freak because of it. I get beaten almost every day after school. They accuse me of wearing contacts and hair dye. But nope! I am all real. They've downright reduced me to pack maid. And oh yeah, I'm a werewolf.
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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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