Author's e-books - mates. Page - 4
London September 18 I'm walking the streets at night. Not a very good thing to do in an ally. The air is misty around here in London . What am I doing here, walking in Mortuus veneficas Grave? Of all the places I go into Dead Witches Grave. I'm just about to turn to make a left to exit the ally, I hear a far cry. The cry almost sound like a new born! No, never. The sound can't be a baby. Sighing I continue my journey out of the ally, but then I hear the cry. Getting annoyed I turned around and
Fire and Ice, that described them. Total opposites, her with fiery red eyes and hair. Him with cold, calculating eyes and jet black hair. A smile that brings most women to there knees, but not her she was special and he knew it. She had the stare that pierced like daggers and a bark as big as her bite. There bound to but heads, right? Or will a vampire take there life before they even begin it?
Katie is a sweet, caring child at the age of six who went on a summer vacation and met a boy named Luke who was also six years old. They became the best of friends who went back to the same place every summer and without realising they fell in love. Until Katie's parents died. Now Katie is a rebelious bad girl who is always in trouble. But what will happen when They meet again, will Luke and Katie reconnect or will katie just push him away? But what happens when you add werewolves and mates to
Keira is a death seer the picture or body of a dead person plants the image of how they died in her mind. She was born a death seer so that gave away any chance of being a normal female. Even if she wasn't a death seer she was mated to the alpha werewolf of the ultimate circle of werewolves. She knew that since she could use context clues of what werewolves and mates were. She also was a usual seer seeing the future, the death part was what was abnormal about her. With her harsh images of the
My name is Jane Doe. Ironic right? Well you might not know that, at least not yet. I ran away from a place I couldn't stand. It's called home. I ran away from all I know. I am found, just not by who, or what I expected. I just hope it all turns out OK. You never know. I might have to leave it all again.
London September 18 I'm walking the streets at night. Not a very good thing to do in an ally. The air is misty around here in London . What am I doing here, walking in Mortuus veneficas Grave? Of all the places I go into Dead Witches Grave. I'm just about to turn to make a left to exit the ally, I hear a far cry. The cry almost sound like a new born! No, never. The sound can't be a baby. Sighing I continue my journey out of the ally, but then I hear the cry. Getting annoyed I turned around and
Fire and Ice, that described them. Total opposites, her with fiery red eyes and hair. Him with cold, calculating eyes and jet black hair. A smile that brings most women to there knees, but not her she was special and he knew it. She had the stare that pierced like daggers and a bark as big as her bite. There bound to but heads, right? Or will a vampire take there life before they even begin it?
Katie is a sweet, caring child at the age of six who went on a summer vacation and met a boy named Luke who was also six years old. They became the best of friends who went back to the same place every summer and without realising they fell in love. Until Katie's parents died. Now Katie is a rebelious bad girl who is always in trouble. But what will happen when They meet again, will Luke and Katie reconnect or will katie just push him away? But what happens when you add werewolves and mates to
Keira is a death seer the picture or body of a dead person plants the image of how they died in her mind. She was born a death seer so that gave away any chance of being a normal female. Even if she wasn't a death seer she was mated to the alpha werewolf of the ultimate circle of werewolves. She knew that since she could use context clues of what werewolves and mates were. She also was a usual seer seeing the future, the death part was what was abnormal about her. With her harsh images of the
My name is Jane Doe. Ironic right? Well you might not know that, at least not yet. I ran away from a place I couldn't stand. It's called home. I ran away from all I know. I am found, just not by who, or what I expected. I just hope it all turns out OK. You never know. I might have to leave it all again.