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Aria has lived in a giant pack of wolves with 45000,00000,0000 wolves in it. Yet now she must go, with her mate, Blaze, and make her own. Can she survive the Challenge of controlling this large half of her old pack?
Crimson is a 15 year old girl who's life is about to change drastically. When the people who murdered her parents begin to look for her, she has to find a way to protect herself and her unborn child. She encounters a mysterious guy who claims to be her guardian angel. When sparks begin to fly between her and this heavenly being. She must make the biggest decision of her life.
Why had I dreamt about him so clearly, when I hadnβt seen him in three years? It made no sense. But I knew my mind was trying to tell me something, as it always is. The dreams are always strange messages, sometimes potentially dangerous, others light and almost comical. The boy I had seen in my mind was one I had left three years ago with the intention of never seeing again. Now I knew better. If it were up to me, the unspeakable Jason Lance would stay in the past. But it seemed the dreams had
So My friend made an account a while ago and uploaded this book. Well It was named The Beauty of Hate... The Horror of Love... Well I'm the one that wrote that and I've changed the name and now I'm uploading it to MY account. Enjoy!! :)
(in progress)
Aria has lived in a giant pack of wolves with 45000,00000,0000 wolves in it. Yet now she must go, with her mate, Blaze, and make her own. Can she survive the Challenge of controlling this large half of her old pack?
Crimson is a 15 year old girl who's life is about to change drastically. When the people who murdered her parents begin to look for her, she has to find a way to protect herself and her unborn child. She encounters a mysterious guy who claims to be her guardian angel. When sparks begin to fly between her and this heavenly being. She must make the biggest decision of her life.
Why had I dreamt about him so clearly, when I hadnβt seen him in three years? It made no sense. But I knew my mind was trying to tell me something, as it always is. The dreams are always strange messages, sometimes potentially dangerous, others light and almost comical. The boy I had seen in my mind was one I had left three years ago with the intention of never seeing again. Now I knew better. If it were up to me, the unspeakable Jason Lance would stay in the past. But it seemed the dreams had
So My friend made an account a while ago and uploaded this book. Well It was named The Beauty of Hate... The Horror of Love... Well I'm the one that wrote that and I've changed the name and now I'm uploading it to MY account. Enjoy!! :)
(in progress)