Author's e-books - sweet. Page - 2
She is a young werewolf who has been singled out her whole life, but when her pack finally pushes her too far causing the thin thread she had been hanging onto to break she thinks death will be her salvation. it's a shame her plans are interrupted when she meets the alpha of vicious pack though...what does she gonna do?
shawn just moved to a new town and started going to school where all the girls are all over him ,there's is this girl who he really likes but she left him because she is being hated by the other girls .
This is my story about how I grew up around horses. I learned enough to know how they are feeling, and when they're sick. Maybe my experiences can help you get to know horses a little better than you do now.
*Some sexual content
It started with a letter, written in stupid poetry. Stupid poetry that read me like an open book. It was signed 'Your Friend', like I would know who it was from. And worse, I didn't even recognize the handwriting.
Being Heather Gibbs' best friend was like being an awkward, pimple-faced thirteen year old girl all over again. She was overly... well, everything. Overly-gorgeous, and funny, and perfect.
And then there was me, with my straw-colored hair and tiny, tiny frame. She looked like a Victoria Secret model; I looked like a children's clothing model.
And yet, Your Friend had chosen to write to me. And I was determined to figure out who they were.
She is a young werewolf who has been singled out her whole life, but when her pack finally pushes her too far causing the thin thread she had been hanging onto to break she thinks death will be her salvation. it's a shame her plans are interrupted when she meets the alpha of vicious pack though...what does she gonna do?
shawn just moved to a new town and started going to school where all the girls are all over him ,there's is this girl who he really likes but she left him because she is being hated by the other girls .
This is my story about how I grew up around horses. I learned enough to know how they are feeling, and when they're sick. Maybe my experiences can help you get to know horses a little better than you do now.
*Some sexual content
It started with a letter, written in stupid poetry. Stupid poetry that read me like an open book. It was signed 'Your Friend', like I would know who it was from. And worse, I didn't even recognize the handwriting.
Being Heather Gibbs' best friend was like being an awkward, pimple-faced thirteen year old girl all over again. She was overly... well, everything. Overly-gorgeous, and funny, and perfect.
And then there was me, with my straw-colored hair and tiny, tiny frame. She looked like a Victoria Secret model; I looked like a children's clothing model.
And yet, Your Friend had chosen to write to me. And I was determined to figure out who they were.