Love Circle

Love Circle

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"A love story of Samantha and Derek" This is a story of two people who love each other in their own way but still hurt each other so much. As much as they try to go their separate ways, one way or the other they still find them selves in each other's arms This work is a copyright of Mercii Tolulope and is purely fiction. It is in no match with a particular person, story or other author's ideas. Any match is in full co incedence and unintentional This short story is written to please my readers and was inspired by the TAYLOR SWIFT SONG: STYLE
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NOTE: please do not comment "it's Britney bitch" in the comments as I hat Britney Spears and those type of comments will be deleted, thank you. WARNING: due to this being written was I was really young, this book is hella cringy and cliche, it's also a rough draft and contains spelling errors. She was an unwanted runt. He's the Alpha King. She was ousted from her pack. He was looking for his Mate. She's a four foot runt. He a fully grown six foot-four inch werewolf. She was captured and tortured. He's been ruling the Werewolf World for seven years, unmated. She's 17. He's 26. ------------- "This right here," he says, moving his hands up my thigh, squeezing it lightly. "That's mine. Are we clear?" He asks, tightening his arms around my waist. "Yes." I say, trying to wiggle out of his grasp. " I don't think so kitten. You're not going anywhere until you get dressed." He whispers in my ear, huskily. "Okay." I say, hurrying off into the giant walk-in closet to get dressed. © Neva Bellthorn 2016 All Rights Reserved.

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