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My Possesive Mate
5.0K·Dmcgowan The girl looked around frantically, the room was filled with people she didn't even know. She was just trying to find where this sweet aroma was coming from. Concentrate Siana, block everyone else out and follow the scent. She thought to herself. Her feet started to carry her and she didn't ask them too. Where was it coming from...pie? she questioned. Nah it's too sweet to be pie, a person? Her mate possibly? Her feet carried her faster at the thought of it being her mate. The sent had gotten stronger, her brown eyes skimmed the room. but than there stood in the middle of the room talking to a group of people, a Greek god. He was fucking hot. "Mate..." She murmured her wolf yipped at the truth she spoke. She knew he heard me because he had stopped talking. He didn't look in her direction though. The young girl whimpered at this, he slightly turned his head but she still couldn't see his face. He seemed to sigh and went back to talking. Why won't he look at me. "Look at me.." She whispered. He stopped talking again and closed his eyes. He still didn't look at her, Siana gave up and turned on her heel and walked away. "I find my mate and he can't even look at me. Nice job Siana." She said to herself as she sat down at a table, her dress flowing behind her frame. "What is troubling you my dear?" Siana heard a deep husky voice ask. It sent shivers up her spine, and it wasn't good shivers it was creepy and uncomfortable ones. "Nothing that concerns you." She hissed in annoyance. They chuckled. "Feisty little thing you are." He said, Siana was getting pissed off. She went to yell at him to leave her alone but she heard a gentle, yet rough and powerful voice say. "She's with me." That's all they said and She already who it was. It was her mate.
Dark Hours: The Beginning
154·Dmcgowan Her religious fear has come true. To be stuck in hell for eternity. She believed in heaven as much as she believed in Hell. The girl knew there was something after death, she just didn't know if she would go to heaven or hell. Apparently her judgement was early. She didn't remember dying..just simply falling asleep and waking up here. The screams of the damned and tortured rang in her ears. Light beads of sweat dripped down her forehead, it felt as if she was in a sauna but turned up a little more. It smelled like burnt flesh and the ground felt like needles piercing her feet. Essence let out a small whimper as she was shoved lightly, being the center on attention was always uncomfortable for her. She was in the presence of demons and a king? She did what was probably expected of her, she bowed lowering her head. Their faces would haunt her dreams if she got out of this. Essence doubted she would. The girl hadn't been in hell long and she wanted to let out her own haunting screams of agony. Her mouth was dry and her unruly curly hair that failed to grow past her shoulders clung to her wet skin. Essence wore a thin black tank top, she was glad she actually wore a bra to sleep, and leggings. She wanted to rip them off because it was only making her hotter then what she already was. Her peril was interrupted when she heard a raspy deep voice chuckle. It couldn’t be. Satan?
His Abused Mate
56.0K·Dmcgowan When Cecilia Moon is abused and raped by her mother and father she can't take it anymore and decides to run away. While she runs away, she finds herself in a unknown packs territory where she finds her mate. Will he accept or reject her? Will he show her to love again or show her everyone is heartless as she believes?