family wolf

family wolf

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My name is Maddox, Maddox Sterling I sounded like James Bond didn't I so this is my story about two boys named Ryker and Rouge and our life about our love, pain,growth and werewolves and our one big Family manly our family Our Characters are Maddox Sterling =female Alan Sterling =male Eleanor Page =female Ryker Page=male Rouge Page/Marksman =male Asher =male Luce =male Jackson Marksman =male Dianna =female Lucy Ross =female Lyla =female Beth = female Bo =female Sam =male Jared =male Clay =male Adam =male Tommy =male Bella =female Danny =male Jeremiah "Jeremy" Andrew's =male
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Maddox: She was everything I couldn't have. Beautiful, smart, driven and sassy. Super sarcastic, and feisty and pushed my buttons at every opportunity but still, she drove me wild. The one problem? She's a Silver Spade girl and I belong to the Cardinal Angels. I wanted to get her out of my mind but her elusive beauty drove me to keep looking. Keep digging and eventually found myself trapped helping her out of a situation she should never have been in when I vowed to leave her be once I knew who she was. Even if she didn't want my help and reminded me so enough times to make me want to hate her, I never could, not when I found myself falling for her instead. Our paths crossed by chance one night and that was it. I knew I had to talk to her again, to have her. Even if it killed me in the process. Lolita: A charismatic stranger and an argumentative conversation at a bar. The kind of place I habitually avoided unless I had no choice. Yet after that one encounter, I can't get the sarcastic and aggravating stranger out of my mind. Driven mad by thoughts of meeting him again even just to ask for a name, I never imagined that this small thought would develop into an obsessive attraction to the enemy. He never told me his name but he didn't have to, his signature angel wing tattoo told me all I needed to know. He was danger in its most concentrated form, but all that did was get me obsessed more since I'd never been good at staying away from what I couldn't have. I hated him, then it became something more. I said I hated him, but that was a lie, even if I wish it weren't. On the wrong side of the tracks one night two paths crossed by accident and ignited a burning flame. You know what they all say: it's a thin line between love and hate. A Trial of Spades and Angels Novel

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