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" I have to leave, I know I am your mate, but I have to go towards the land of the humans. So everyone can be safe" I say softly touching Xavier's face. He growled loudly, pushing me really hard against the wall, his hips keeping me captive. His eyes were no longer that beautiful shade of green but instead looking at me where this furious black eyes, I could almost see my reflection in them. It honestly frighten me to no end. "My beautiful Emma, you are not leaving me, not now, not today, not tomorrow, not EVER" He said the last part with such force that I swear the house shook. Those were my last thoughts as I felt his canines sink into my neck. Marking me. °.°.°.°Meet Emma Thompson; daughter of two normal pack members of the full moon pack, she's beautiful, smart, brave and most importantly a rogue. Now meet Xavier Anderson; son of Harry and Amelia Anderson, Alpha and Luna of the Nightmoon pack. He's possesive, ruthless, intelligent and hot.What happens when this two collide? Wars, arguments, death, friendship and of course love.[Editing]

y/n got sold to one direction. what happens after?this book was written with @langeok. also pls take this as a joke, we were just bored and had nothing else to do. all credits go to their rightful owners.

Book 1 in 'Mend Series'He screams at me, slapping my face twice, 'You deserve all of this! You don't even deserve to live. You should die and do me a favour!'I shield my face, making him more furious. He stopps slapping and I had only few seconds to catch my breath when he kicked my wounded ribs from previous beatings. I screamed, thinking it was loud enough, but was just an feeble attempt to stop Aadil. At that moment, the flashbacks of me being tied to a rod, with my parents enjoying the blood pouring out started playing. It's repeating all over again, and this time I may not survive to escape.I was taken back in time. I feel I am back at that hostage room and me escaping to get out of this country is failing miserably. I mumbled with the little energy I held, 'Mum, Dad, please stop...'But again, it was of no use, as my vision is displaying full of colourful, dancing dots. My breathing is becoming frantic every second, trying not to pass out, but it seems my body doesn't want to keep up with all of this. If this is really my ending, so be it. With that thought, the peace that I always imagined is starting to consume me. This is the end for me. I can finally rest peacefully.The sound of Aadil's voice coming from a wide distance somehow is keeping me awake. Wasn't he by my side? Maybe, maybe he realized how wrong he was all this time. Maybe, just maybe...His voice, that's filled with agony, whispers in a forlorn voice 'I'm sorry Hayati. Please stay alive. Don't leave me...'___________________#9 in spiritual ( 29th October 2017)#6 in spiritual (10th December 2017)#5 in spiritual (11th December 2017)

Angel Herrera is a sweet, innocent, naive boy. What happens when his father shows up 12 years later after his grandfather took him into custody to shed him from the mafia world?Keep reading to find out.Note: I never see overprotective brother stories with a little brother so I thought to make one myself

loud poetry from a quiet girla growing collection of poetries and short story's Hope you'll enjoy reading :)ly P.S: There's a song to every poem / short story that I thought is fitting for the text. So if you want to fully experience it just listen to the music 🤍

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