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IF IT GOT WORSE WOULD WISH IT WAS A DREAM
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Hazel Witch And A Druidic Werewolf A BURNING IN MY HEART
IVA yelled as she tried to put out the flame that had caught on her skin and burnt her arm. The ugly red scar on her arm burned like crazy, pain and agony writhing in her veins. She had used her right arm to block her face from the blast, it was the only form of reflex she could muster. She screamed and took her eyes up to view the attacker but he had a ski mask on so she couldn’t tell much about his face. His build however was smaller than the other guy, he stood clad in boots, feet shoulder-width apart and arms balled in fists taking an attack stance. His eyes were lit like torches as a reason for his power to awaken. “Who are you?” he asked and the girl in a ski mask came to view, she was curvy and had a cut out for her ponytail, her eyes were not visible because of the darkroom, but her countenance seemed nonchalant. Her hips swaying as she moved towards Iva, she leaned in. “Be careful, you don’t know what she is”. The man warned.‘Didn’t know?’ The quick thought rushed to her al
Hazel Witch And A Druidic Werewolf THE ENEMY OF MY ENEMY IS MY ALLY
HER head hurt, she grabbed it in pain and took her head up slowly to view Draco-Samson. “The medallion spirits are very powerful, is no surprise they picked a weak host like you, they would easily manipulate you to do evil, they feed on desire”. The detective fell to her knees, “how do I get … get rid of the medallion?”. Draco sighed and shook his head. “When you fulfill your every desire”. Iva gasped, her head was spinning, she tried to think. “my every desire”. She had a lot of desires, besides a raise or a promotion, she wanted to find Devin, find her father, and solve this case. A hand slammed on her chest, it was Draco’s. Her eyes flew open as pain lanced her and then quieted down. “they are stubborn, calm yourself and you can control them”. She heaved her hand on her chest.She didn’t get back from the bridge with Draco, parts of her memory were back, she remembered stopping him from being tossed over but, that was the only image of the beast in her mind. She looked to her arm,
Hazel Witch And A Druidic Werewolf MAD MEN ALSO DRINK WINE
IVA took her head up as Yi came down with a thread in his beak. It was connected to a white small paper. It landed in Draco’s hand and he took the note. She moved towards the desk next to the stairs and stared at her phone that lay on it, all her stuff was on the table, all except her gun. “where is my gun?” she started and turned to him. He didn’t respond and there was a little crease on his forehead. Something serious must have been written on that little note. “I’ll tell you all the details later, we are heading out in an hour 30”. He began to sound like a partner and not just any partner, Devin. That was the kind of response he’d give her. She froze from the thought and all she could do was nod at the beast’s silver eyes and watch him move up the stairs. “Um… my gun?” she whispered. She took her hand to her neck as she stood facing the mirror, she had just gotten out of the shower, her hair clung dearly to her face, her face still dripping wet. There was no towel so she wore Dra
Hazel Witch And A Druidic Werewolf FOUR BEAST AND A MEAL
THE three stood, the first sitting on the hood of the vehicle’s engine. Legs crossed and arms folded, his gaze remained fixed intimidating on Iva. He was a 6 ft 1, dressed decently in a red dress shirt and fitted leather pants and boots. His hair was swooshed with a lot of hair products that made it remain up and handsomely styled. She looked away from his black eyes to her left where the second was sitting dangerously at the edge of the bridge like a gargoyle. He was exactly 6 foot tall, lean, and appeared as though he was in his late teens. His green hair sat on his head like a wig, the middle hair longest touched the tip of his nose. He wore a black leather jacket, dark green jeans and black sturdy boots. Green eyes smiled at Draco. “Hey doggy!” he called sweet and tilted his head. Iva nodded to herself “Is he an animal?” she leaned toward Draco, who looked back at her and then at the third man who also had his gaze on Iva.Tall, most handsome, and charming, he folded his arm over
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Hazel Witch And A Druidic Werewolf TWO TO A TINY CELL
‘CLANK clank!’ the sound of chains and keys rattling as her ‘cell’ was being opened. Iva rushed to her feet at the sight of the beast, he was intently watching the chains, mainly as though he had seen a ghost but Iva was more concerned with the questions she would mount on him. “what happened, why am I in here, Draco?”. Iva seemed to be growing trust in him, she could deceive herself all she could but the truth was she was getting fond of the beast, and the treatment didn’t seem as though she was tending a criminal. He took his eyes up silver staring blank and not responding to her questions. The manhandling the chain looked to Iva, and then to Draco who stepped in. She could feel her heart pound, it was a thought. “Did you sell me off?” she said, her pitch high and eyes wide waiting for a response.“Do I have to share a cell with her?” Draco asked and looked at the man. “You came together” he responded, his voice sounding as though he was a lot younger than Draco, you couldn’t tell
Hazel Witch And A Druidic Werewolf A RODENT IN THE SNOW
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