Midnight Vosse just found out she's a wolf... but not really, she's just a half-wolf. And no one will let her forget it. No one fails to remind her that she's a joke to the rest of the wolves and that she's a weirdo with no social skills who can't stop counting or thinking about numbers. Grayson Baylor is an alpha wolf... but not really, he's just a recessive alpha wolf. That means he's not really an alpha, he's just a joke. A disgrace to the rest of the wolves. A weird kid who can't sit still and doesn't understand that no one can stand him. Midnight and Grayson are fated mates... but not really, because Midnight is a half-wolf and Grayson is a recessive alpha, so their bond is inconsistent and they just CAN'T DO ANYTHING RIGHT!
View MoreHer lips feel warm, somewhat trembling and, after a few seconds, wet, when she opens them a little to take my bottom lip between hers. "That's enough," I pull away, when the ten seconds she demanded have passed and a shiver runs down my back. Everything feels like we just did something pretty horrific like killing a poor little puppy and I hate feeling this way, "Can we go now?" Mid stares at me with dreamy eyes for a few seconds, not moving, but then reacts and nods. I get out of there as fast as possible and once I'm out of her sight, I wipe my mouth. That was fücking disgusting. "Guys, this is my very good friend Midnight," I introduce her when we get to the table and everyone greets her briefly. I pull up a chair for her and place her next to me. Immediately Cums smiles at her, "Don't get distracted by her, Cums." "Sorry, sorry, I won't stare at your 'friend'," he promises, making quotation marks in the air, "But I di have to ask, are you wearing some kind o
"Where are we going?" Midnight asks, sitting on my bed as I stuff the bills in my pocket, "I guess it's not to see an exhibition, is it? Because then you wouldn't have been wrong about the century, or maybe you weren't wrong because the renaissance basically did start in the 12th century... not in art, but the mess with the bourgeoisie that made people start denying the fe.." "No, we're not going to go see any exhibitions," I interrupt her to make her shut the fück up, "We're going to go to a really fun and nice place where there are lots of games and entertaining things. You're going to love it." "So why didn't you want Bastian to know? Besides... I'm really sleepy," she complains, "Can’t you go by yourself?" "No, I can't. You have to go with me because if Bastian sees you here he's going to know that I was lying, plus I know that in about two hours he's going to ask me for proof that we're together at an exhibition so I need you," I grab her hand to make her get up, "And I p
{ Grayson } Midnight's mouth hangs open for probably thirty seconds before she blinks again and looks at me like I'm desecrating against her virginity. Which I'm obviously not doing. As far as I remember, at no point did I ask to insert anything into her or even touch her. I wouldn't object to doing so, but I never offered. "No," she whispers, unable to believe I said that and steps back to let go, "That's not fair at all." "Of course it is. You invaded my privacy, now I'll be invading yours. Seems like a very mature arrangement to me, actually, considering I had no choice and just had to put up with someone watching me at my most vulnerable moment. Maybe it's not a very evident thing, but I'm very shy and insecure about my sëxuality. Just like you." "You're manipulating me," Mid complains making a very slight and adorable pout. "Manipulating?" I pretend to think about that for a few seconds, "Mmm, yes. You're right, I am manipulating you." "So..." "So, we need to p
Angie asks me what's wrong but I can't muster up the courage to tell her because I'd have to tell her extremely embarrassing things. Maybe she's cool and all, but I don't think it's a good idea to tell her. I've never been to such a big, beautiful, fancy mall before. There are a lot of major stores where just breathing costs half a million dollars. Or, I should say pounds. Anyway, it's all very expensive and I don't even plan to go near it. However, Angie tells me that Lion has plenty of money so she gives me permission to buy whatever I want. Maybe I should buy "normal" clothes so Lion stops making faces when he sees what I'm wearing, or so people at BM stop saying I just want attention and I'm desperate for sëx (even when technically they're absolutely right) but I don't want to. I buy close-fitting cropped tops, mini-skirts and other things that show off my legs, and pretty lingerie in case I ever get up the nerve to seduce someone. I also buy shoes and other things that are
The moment I realize Gray knows I'm here, I do what any sane person would do: run. I run straight to my room and I'm so shocked that I don't even think about Bastian and Angie having sëx. I bury my face in my pillow and scream at the top of my lungs because I have so many feelings inside me I don’t know what to do with them. So many emotions. And arousal, unfortunately, is one of the most prominent. My phone starts ringing on the small piece of furniture on the side of the bed and Gray's name appears on the screen along with a picture of his handsome face. Of course I don't answer it. I don't plan on ever talking to him again. I stay with my face buried in my pillow for the rest of the night, regretting being so me. I don't know if I slept or not because I don't feel tired and my eyes were closed most of the night, but my mind never stopped working, so I'm not sure. I just know it's morning because Lion knocks on my door like he does every day, except this time I don't get
"What's wrong?" I ask Mid. She shrugs her shoulders without saying anything and climbs down from my car along with her new friend, who gives her a tight hug. "Thank you. It's time to go home, but I'll call you tomorrow," she promises and Midnight's face lights up again, "Bye." "Bye, Fiona," Mid tells her and then Fiona gives me a dirty look before walking off down a dark alley. I wait for Mid to tell me something about what happened at the club or with her new friend, but she just walks to the passenger seat and waits for me to open the door. She smells upset and looks like it, too. I don’t understand why. Midnight I've never been mad at anyone before, not even at my grandmother. I've been mad at situations, of course, but never at another person. And I know I shouldn't be, it's so silly. But I can't help it either. "Seriously, Mid. Tell me what's wrong, you're so quiet," Gray asks once he manages to start the car and we're on our way home. "I thought kissing was some
Before long I find another guy to direct my lust towards, since Matthew hasn't stopped kissing Regina. This guy is the bartender. His eyes are big, his hair is long and his body is big and tall. The way he picks up different bottles and makes drinks is magnificent. I think I’m in love again. I decide to follow my heart and go order a drink just to hear his probably melodious voice. I don't have any money in me, but I can stay there with him until Gray comes back from the bathroom and pays for me. My whole plan is set and as I walk to the bar, I push my boobs up in my bra so they look bigger. I brush my hair with my fingers and quickly pull out my phone to check with the camera to make sure the makeup Angie put on me still looks good. In theory, I look beautiful. And in theory, I'd really like to talk to the bartender and flirt with him, but in reality I settle into a spot at the bar and stand there for another ten minutes without daring to get his attention. Luckily, no
“Let's talk about the relevant topic,” I say, trying to force myself to shake the bad feelings and smile, “Did you like the kiss?" "Yes, it was really good," she says, "But I had no idea what I was doing. And when you kissed my neck... I came close to dying." "Do you want to try that again?" "No, that's enough for today." I have nothing left to do but accept, so I just shrug and pull out my phone as I sit down next to her. I have a bunch of texts from Gemma. "Hey, Mid do you want to go to a club?" "Sure, when?" "Right now. It's Gemma's birthday and I totally forgot," I mumble, texting Gemma that I planned to go to her house anyway to give her her present, "Go get ready while I go in search of a present." "What should I wear?" she asks, jumping out of bed, playing with her hair again and looking excited, "I'll go ask Angie." She leaves without giving me a chance to answer and I have to get my car to go buy something. The only thing I find open n
"I don't care if I’m ruining the mood. If I leave, you won’t do anything and you’re just going to stare at each other like the losers you are," I express and move a little closer until I'm almost glued to Mid from behind. I put her hair gently on one shoulder to bare her long neck and start stroking it very slowly to make her feel calmer, careful not to be aggressive because if I am she's going to get up like a scared dog again, "For god's sake, Baxter. Do something. If I didn't know better I'd think you have no game at all." I earn a smack on my arm from him but I'm getting used to physical abuse so I don't even feel it. Bax finally takes advantage of Mid being in a trance from my touch to put a hand on her face and move in to leave a chaste kiss on her lips. Mid gives a little gasp when she feels it and turns to me with a big smile. My hand is still on her neck, and I don't want to move it. Her skin is so soft. It smells so good in here. And her pulse looks so delicious that I
MidnightMy name is Midnight. I was born exactly at midnight, on December 29, 2002. My last name is Lipovsky, although it should be Vosse, but that's a story for another day. I am 20 years, 4 months and 2 days old. And I'm a bit weird. My hair is brown, long and soft. My face is full of freckles and moles. My arms and legs are extremely hairy and my eyes are different colors. One is brown and the other is blue. That's called heterochromia and is usually seen in animals, which makes a little bit of sense. I was born this way and according to my pediatrician at age 5, my blue eye would lose vision completely at any moment because it's 'weaker' than usual, but he was wrong. Very wrong. The truth is that my vision is excellent... just like my sense of smell, my sense of hearing and my strength. Ever since I turned eighteen, something changed inside me. Something that filled me with fear at first but little by little I came to accept: there is an animal living inside of me. An animal th...
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