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Maybe this was how moving forward started, one genuine conversation, one hopeful yes at a time. ... Please check out my W*****d and A****n for more amazing works. W*****d @creesey1234 and A****n @author Cree Say. I'm note active there and the stories are more wonderful in each book

The moon proved ever loyal, beaming through the small window in her room, its rays reflected on a big note and a pen at a corner of the room. What’s that? Dale thought she dried up her tears, crawled towards the book, picked it up and found it empty. She remembered what Mrs Helen had always told her. “Whenever you feel you have a problem, note them and table them in prayers before God”. She picked up the book in her hand and began scribbling. “THEY HATE ME AND KILLED MY OLD MUM BECAUSE SHE LIKES ME WHY DOES DADDY HATE EVERYONE?

I say and bite my lip. " Thank you." He opens the backseat of his Mercedes Benz and I enter. Anderson enters too and shuts the door. His chauffeur starts the car and drives on to the ride. " How was your day?" I ask Anderson. " Stressful but great. How was yours? How's the writing gig going?" I giggle. It's still crazy I had to lie to Anderson that I work at a publishing company. It just doesn't feel right. For a woman who works in my line of work, I can't disclose who I truly am.

After talking to Mac I head back to the others to find Acre and Sky dozing together, Lanna and Gregory talking and Mathew reading a magazine, "Everything ok?" Mathew asks looking up, rubbing my face tiredly I smile and notice Lanna and Gregory lookup, "I'm not sure, we cant make contact with the pack" "THE TIME IS NOW, STAND AS ONE, THE TWINS THERE MATES ARE THE HOPE AND FUTURE OF WOLVES EVERYWHERE TRUST THE TWINS THEY ARE THE FUTURE...",

I was being sold. I shuddered. Whoever would buy me… “Raise your number again, and I will rip out your throat.” Whoever it was, they were violent. I heard a hiss of pain and gasps around the room. Soon after, I was dragged off the stage and down the hall again. Then, I was tossed onto something soft like a bed. “I’m going to untie you now, okay?” “You smell so good…” he groaned and placed a hand on my thigh. “What’s your name?” Staring at the two twins in front of me, I cannot find a word to say. They even told me about a world beyond my understanding. “You’re a hybrid. There are things you need to understand about our world before we take you back to the pack. Thousands of y

Whatever’s left she actually uses to write books that may or may not bring her a few precious gold coins to support her lifestyle. Author Alexia Praks: www.alexiapraks.com Author Bella Chan: www.authorbellachan.com