doorway to hell
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I'm not a very good writer compared to alot of stories I've read. I write from the spur of the moment.
I die and have three doors to choose from to live out my eternity.
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Mated With The Enemy
I didn't think, why would I when rarely anything bad happened or any repercussions were given. I was the princess after all, the heiress to my father's pack. I didn't need anyone, especially not my mate. I could have anything I ever wanted with the snap of my fingers, the best of the best. I was a tough bitch that didn't take shit from anyone...well before. My world fell apart when I rejected my mate, the Alpha from our enemy pack. He was really sweet, following and protecting me all the time. Like I didn't have enough protection already. But it all changed after I finalized the rejection. He changed into a savage beast. We, my pack and I, were now his number one target.Concluída
Poems.
I'm not the best writer, but I like to write an awful lot. Just a couple of poems that I wrote, nothing special.Concluída
I Promised You A Future
I only wrote a few chapters because my life changed around. Everything that has happened has made it impossible for me to continue this book. I'm going to try to write a similar one, just change around some things.Concluída
Alexandria's Revenge
I was suppose to have been dead according to my headstone. As you can see though, that's not the case at all. I was murdered by an insane mad man, or werewolf if you want to be a prick. I don't want love or family, or anything of the sorts. Every breath I take, every moment that I'm walking this earth, every time I shoot down a worthless dog, is so I can come that much closer to killing him. I'm Alex and this my mission, my vendettaConcluída
What He Wrote
"I hate how the human race complicates things. You're born, and then you die. The space between that is a grey area. It's a blank line. It's all up to you on how you fill the line. You can write good or bad or spontaneous or wonderful-it's up to you. The only catch is that you don't know how long that blank line is. And it sucks that I want to fit spontaneous and wonderful on that line, because for some reason, it got cut too short."Concluída
Monster
I am a monster. Monsters are supposed to be horrible. They are supposed to be mean and scary and ugly. They are supposed to want to kill. They are supposed to know what they even are. But not me. I am a monster- a killing machine. I shouldn't be alive. I am not worth life. I should die. I am not a person. *This book was written a very long while ago. Please forgive my previous writing styles.*Concluída
I didn't think, why would I when rarely anything bad happened or any repercussions were given. I was the princess after all, the heiress to my father's pack. I didn't need anyone, especially not my mate. I could have anything I ever wanted with the snap of my fingers, the best of the best. I was a tough bitch that didn't take shit from anyone...well before. My world fell apart when I rejected my mate, the Alpha from our enemy pack. He was really sweet, following and protecting me all the time. Like I didn't have enough protection already. But it all changed after I finalized the rejection. He changed into a savage beast. We, my pack and I, were now his number one target.
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