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Valentineβs Dayβthe holiday of romance. For sixteen-year-old Reina Williams, it was supposed to be just another day, as were the days leading up to it. Nothing special or out of the ordinary. But when, on the day before, her best friend convinces her to take a break from the boring old tradition of spending the holiday with some chick-flicks and a box of chocolates, and convinces her to attend a late night Valentineβs Day celebration with their friends, things spiral a little out of control,
When Allison was younger her family was attacked by a pack north of their territory. Her mother, father, and sister all died, while Allison suffered and almost died but survived. One day out of the blue she passes the boarder on accident and Ace the new Alpha of the pack finds out that their mates. Being around the pack sends memories of her awful pass and pain through her scars. Will she go through the pain just to be with Ace or will all this pain suffocate her. (i'm bad at descriptions, THE
COMPLETE Everything seemed wrong in Lyra Castir's life. Her parents dying, an over protective foster 'dad', a foster brother who doesn't act like a brother, and her mysterious head injury in which she lost all her memories... just a couple examples for ya. Her only freedom is school, which to her means getting away from her life at home. On her way home from school, on a seemingly normal day for Lyra, she gets stopped by a total stranger. That's when her life gets turned upside down, and now
Everything hurts. Nothing hurts. Life is seamlessly an endless void. And I like the numbness. It keeps away the black hurt that's sunk into my very being. Guess you can say I've changed...Yeah, pain and depression does that to you...There are so many broken pieces at this point I don't think one beautiful stranger, that just might be a psychotic wolf-thing, can put them--me back together. -Isaac Hastings. :Please comment if you think anything needs to be fixed and or find any mistakes! I love
My ears were buzzing and the room grew denser. Tears clouded my eyes as a lump built in my throat. I was dizzy and high. Her memory was too painful to bear. I donβt want to remember, yet Iβm too afraid to forget. God, I miss her. The tears streaked my face as I thought of how she would react to seeing me right now.
An essay on some of my childhood memories I did for a class.
Valentineβs Dayβthe holiday of romance. For sixteen-year-old Reina Williams, it was supposed to be just another day, as were the days leading up to it. Nothing special or out of the ordinary. But when, on the day before, her best friend convinces her to take a break from the boring old tradition of spending the holiday with some chick-flicks and a box of chocolates, and convinces her to attend a late night Valentineβs Day celebration with their friends, things spiral a little out of control,
When Allison was younger her family was attacked by a pack north of their territory. Her mother, father, and sister all died, while Allison suffered and almost died but survived. One day out of the blue she passes the boarder on accident and Ace the new Alpha of the pack finds out that their mates. Being around the pack sends memories of her awful pass and pain through her scars. Will she go through the pain just to be with Ace or will all this pain suffocate her. (i'm bad at descriptions, THE
COMPLETE Everything seemed wrong in Lyra Castir's life. Her parents dying, an over protective foster 'dad', a foster brother who doesn't act like a brother, and her mysterious head injury in which she lost all her memories... just a couple examples for ya. Her only freedom is school, which to her means getting away from her life at home. On her way home from school, on a seemingly normal day for Lyra, she gets stopped by a total stranger. That's when her life gets turned upside down, and now
Everything hurts. Nothing hurts. Life is seamlessly an endless void. And I like the numbness. It keeps away the black hurt that's sunk into my very being. Guess you can say I've changed...Yeah, pain and depression does that to you...There are so many broken pieces at this point I don't think one beautiful stranger, that just might be a psychotic wolf-thing, can put them--me back together. -Isaac Hastings. :Please comment if you think anything needs to be fixed and or find any mistakes! I love
My ears were buzzing and the room grew denser. Tears clouded my eyes as a lump built in my throat. I was dizzy and high. Her memory was too painful to bear. I donβt want to remember, yet Iβm too afraid to forget. God, I miss her. The tears streaked my face as I thought of how she would react to seeing me right now.
An essay on some of my childhood memories I did for a class.