am i in love with a werewolf?

yes a brilliant green that shines like emeralds. However, thick glasses hide their spectacular beauty, with lenses that dull her eyes' brightness

eterminedly on her form, on the muddy ground. Thunder roars over her head, crackles of li

le forest will burn. She has nowhere to hide if that happens, no one to call for help. Her cell phone

anymore, though, so she does

. A living nightmare surrounds her, the terrible breeze slamming the rain into random destinations, the plants

s to make her as miserable as possible. She feels dirty, the mud giving her a sick feeli

s impossib

ins of life would fade away. She wonders why God had to give her the ugly face

have to be th

king into the dirt. Unbelievably, the water starts to pour even harder from the hectic skies, temperature dropping by t

ld get

atures. Is she really ready to let herself die

of fear enters

r each of them, reaching with a delicate hand to try to catch the clouds t

ruly rea

at it, awe searing through her at its beauty. It truly is a wonderful sight, the perfect circle illuminated by pure white light, the

her shoulder. She gasps in pain, her

the dark clouds ste

emains in her position, pain etched in her face. She grabs the strang

owards her. It is big, about the size of a nickel, fa

is frozen. Death is finally here to take her away. This is what she wants, righ

ing that is taking

is a howl in the night as the terrible

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d breathing pounds in his ears

e in his territory at this time. It is terrible timing for th

the night o

is just perfect. He wo

throws them violently into the air, lightning flashing over his head. There is almost a constant roar, almost ruining his concentration. He shakes his head, trying to wave away the storm’s efforts to distrac

fear

curious mix of strawberries, bananas, some flavor he cannot distinguish, and a tiny splash of mint. It is a delight, an intoxicating