New Divide

New Divide

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"Under the Delta Humafication act 901.7. I was designed to mimic and enhance the genetic formula of every lycanthrope males's mate which in turn makes him believe I am his mate." When the Werewolves unveiled their existence in 2014 the whole world and everything it thought it knew was flipped on its head. 11 years later in response to the "threat" that Weres impose on human beings, mankind created KT-9700 an ILF (Intelligent Life Form) with the unique ability to crush entire Packs. And then Fate intervenes. -- Please give my story a read, a comment, a like, a share, anything you can spare really. I hope you enjoy it I really wanted to create a bold character :)
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Highest Ranking: #1 in Werewolf Watty's 2015 Winner: Talk of the Town 11/23/15 "Literally the best werewolf book I've ever read." -@itsroma "*rereads 10,000,000,000 times and cries every time*" -@stilessparklez "#5thtimereader *I have to vote on all the chapters this time, that's how engrossed in the book I've become*" -@Forevertail "THIS BOOK SHALL BE IN MY LIBRARY FOREVER." -@team_breezyy ________________________________________ "What do you want?" He asked. I clapped my hands together and sighed. "To go home." His face instantly fell. He walked right into that one. "Well that sucks because you aren't going anywhere, kitten." I growled lowly at the nickname and crossed my arms. "Who says?" I argued. "I just did. Now stop acting like a brat and tell me what the hell you want to eat," he said frustrated. I rolled my eyes and turned around to exit the room. "Where the hell are you going?" He yelled at me. I stopped and turned around to look at him. "I don't want to have any food prepared by you. You're hands are probably just as dirty as your mouth. Watch your language," I stated simply and exited the kitchen. ________________________________________ © All Rights Reserved 2014

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