Magic canvas

Magic canvas

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"The moment I took off my hands from the canvas, my colorless life began to attain color. I... I felt alive after that." She wanted to have someone like a friend. But no matter how eager she is, her conflicting life made her friends stay away from her. Because of loneliness, she painted a something... or rather someone. It was a face of a person she imagined. She didn't mind how she draws it. She just let her hand- that's holding a paint brush- freely roam around, making strokes until a face was evident on a piece of canvas. She stared at her painting, hoping a person like she painted would become a reality. And it did. But not it's not the kind of person she hoped for. "Glitch in the matrix~"
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Nova disguise as a boy to enter the military school. If she is discovered as a girl, she will be kicked out. She is desperate to hide from trackers who have been following her for a dozen years. No one would think to look for her in an all-male military school. She hides among werewolves and is one of the very few nonshifters at the school. She catches the new instructor's curiosity, and her identity is threatened. He claims to be her mate, but she knows that her kind don't have a mate and desperately tries to avoid him. If he stumbles upon her true identity, she is screwed. "What are you doing?!" growls his highness, ripping the knife from my hands. It tingles as his fingers close around my wrist. Fresh blood flows from the wound, turning his hands red. Deep throaty sounds, rumbling in his chest. "You hurt yourself," he says softly, pain evident in his voice. I look up and frown. "It's just a small cut," I reply, annoyed. None of the other cadets get this kind of attention. Besides, we have to learn this to pass the exam. "Shhh, it's going to be okay," he says, pressing me close. My whole side explodes with sparks. It tickles me. "You have to stop hurt yourself. Why are you even here? How am I going to protect you here?" he asks angrily. "I don't need your protection!" I shout, pushing him away. I get an angry growl back. Quickly I grab another knife and throws it over my shoulder, hitting bulls' eye. He glares at me, and the room has gone completely silent. That's when I discover that I may have gone too far with the insanely possessive highness, even though I'm grateful for the extra lessons he gives me. Then suddenly everyone hurries out of the training area. Leaving me alone with the growling, red eyed alpha. ON HOLD *This book contains graphic depictions of violence, sexuality, strong language, and other mature themes.* English is not my first language. Grammatical errors may occur.

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