Scar
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Paranormal
Werewolves
"Don't worry, I wouldn't touch you even if my life depended on it" he hisses angrily. I dare not move a single muscle, afraid that it will show how much the comment hurts. He tosses his bag onto the floor, making me flinch. With a growl he storms out of the room and slams the door, leaving me trembling and hurt. Elmer has always been unwanted by his mate. Cassian, or Scar as most know him, is a dark one. Stronger, wilder and more savage; the dark ones are feared by most. They are the stuff of legend and myth, most of all because they are known to be mateless. But not Cassian. By a curel whim of the moon he has been granted a mate, but their bond is nothing either of them wants.
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A Tale of Wolves

  • The Boy and his Beast
    42 parts
  • Snow White and the Seven Wolves
    20 parts
  • Goldilocks and the three wolves
    17 parts
  • 40 parts
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You spoke with your fists more than you spoke with your words the hate poured out of you and onto me for all the things that weren't my fault You've beaten the fight out of me taught me not to run and tell a lesson made in blood turned me into your slave You showed me kindness in rare moments you didn't make my life hell a manipulation or a nicer side to you I could never tell You fed me breadcrumbs made me treasure them like gold until I worshipped the ground you walked on and looked at you like one might look at God You upped and left never said a goodbye it hurt more than the most painful fist and the cruelest lie You became a ghost haunted me for a decade showed up in memories and dreams and one summer night in real life All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, without the written permission of the author.

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