shemale tracey

Mary is an orphan who is on the run from yet another horrific foster home. When fate steps in and she runs into her mate, will she be able to recognize him as such? Will she ever find a happy ever after or will she spend the rest of her life alone and on the run.

A world where magic exists and they call them promises. A girl named Eileen will enter this strange school that will lead her to something she didn’t expect to know. Entering this world will make her life turn upside down. Figuring things out with her own and having people that have magics with them that will help to know why she’s there in the first place. Looking for answers and solving the mystery of this world. She enters the school and meets a girl named Tracey where she finds out about magic but strangely she encounters an incident. An incident that will make everything difficult for her because things are getting started. Encounters someone,an evil person, that wants power and starts to make troubles that are dangerous for them. As the protagonists join forces to stop her but conflicts occur as they go deeper about the secrets of the school.

“Damien!!” I struggled against the cuffs, trying to free myself. “What the hell are you doing?” He leaned down, his face inches from mine, his voice calm. “Until you learn to behave, you’re staying exactly where I want you, Mon Cara.” *** Abandoned by her father to settle his debts, Tracey Luke never imagined her life would fall into the hands of the ruthless Mafia King, Damien Black. Thrown into his dark, dangerous world, Tracey quickly learns that survival is a game she must learn to play if she wants to escape. But as the days pass, she finds herself caught between fear and something she never expected to feel—compassion. When Tracey first meets Damien, he’s nothing like the monster she imagined. He is confined to a wheelchair, which makes him look more like a prisoner than a predator. With pity stirring within her, she decides to stay by his side and tend to his needs while secretly plotting her escape from his dangerous world. But, on the night she finally makes her move, everything changes.

On Christmas Eve, my six-year-old, Yule, was dying from cancer, and all he wanted was a gift from his dad dressed as Santa. I called Peter, my husband, begging him to come. His reply? "Can you stop blowing up my phone? I don't have time for this! I'm helping Tracey find Puffy. Do you know how upset she is?" Oh, Tracey. His first love. And Puffy? Her dog. I told him Yule might not make it through the night. His response? A straight-up dagger: "Don't act like this isn't your fault, Freya. If Yule hadn't kicked Puffy, none of this would've happened. Tomorrow, make sure he apologizes to Tracey." Then he hung up. That night, I sat with Yule, crying as I helped him celebrate his last Christmas. By morning, Peter's social medias were still full of posts about that freaking dog. Mine? Yule's obituary. Ten years of marriage, gone.