Bullied By The Wolf Prince

ourth time, I resorted to crawling. Where I was going, I had no idea but I just wanted to get as far as possible from them. How they didn't hear all the racket I was making was beyon

doubted she had had time to give it back to her dad. If that man was intent on using me for my grandpa's

se in the room beside a weak, barely there light and a strange gold triangle right in the middle of it. What the heck? It's placement was strange. Mother called me her little kitten because I just had to know how everything worked. It had certainly got me into more trouble than I could count and this was obviously no different. I pulled on the we

hurdles. It wasn't a box or a briefcase or anything of the sort I've seen. It had no handle or opening or anything like that even if it was just a pale silver case. I tapped on it for want of something to do. A hologram s

n in Arkansas and raised in an orphanage--I wondered if the lack of love in his early life was wh

e the next captain of our county, the youngest in history. Loved beer, the king's and hated women. Really, he was the biggest sexist there was. He believed a woman's place was in the kitchen hence why mother wasn't allowed

t prayer to any gods that listening right then and typed in the words Kier

the air as I jubliated my succes

o many of them, I wondered why a police officer didn't

idn't approve of. I wondered how much trouble he

more. The rage that had been burning in my heart minutes ago turned into icy cold fear, it's gnarly fingers gripping my

ing I said? The way I behaved? Because I was a girl? Was that why I counted

ped full of Botox. Even if it was the last thing I did, I would make sure he didn't get a dime of that money. I packed the paper and the