Hostage

Hostage

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[Highest ranking:#238 in romance,#407 in death] A hostage without chains. That was the weight of the crowns we all had to bear. We were prisoners to our emotions,bound by our love for one another. Family tore us apart,family broke us but somehow,family kept us together. Family made us stronger. Family was all we had. We would do absolutely anything for one another. ____________________________________ Our love was not the typical love at first sight kind of love. Our story was not the typical 'boy meets girl,boy loves girl kind of story. It wasn't star crossed love either. I never wanted this to happen......Neither of us did. But Keenan Monroe stole my heart. My name is Kimberly H. Monroe, and this is my story.
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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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