Descendants Of The Lycan

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ow, all I could pray for was to not fail this history test. I knew it was coming, I had read but somehow here I was, sitting with a blank sheet an

r I submitted my paper. I took a seat in the front row and waited for the class to get empty while looking at my blank phone screen. I had always loved having green eyes, it went well with my black wavy hair. "Eh hem" I raised my head to find Mr Sanjay towering over me, "I don't think I need to grade your test to know you failed Marceline" he started and I instantly knew where he was going, I ha

ulling the Bentley our mother had gotten me for my sixteenth birthday into the parking lot. I pulled out a hundred dollar bill from my back pocket and gave it to him, "you know what I want" I smiled and he got out of the car still looking suspicio

in an orphanage and never got adopted only to be thrown out on the streets and forced to live a life they had no idea about but after only three months I had gotten a perfect and loving family. Milo was

my mother spent most of her time out of the office and more with my brother and I her job as the CFO did suffer so

" she stuttered and I waited till she calmed down before I put the baby in her arms. The truck driver had stepped out, he was a huge man with a big beard and bold head, he was also surprised to see the baby was unharmed, "I didn't even see you touch the street" he gasped, his country side accent on full display and I smiled awkwardly. "I run track in school.... I'm really fast" I lied with the brightest smile on my face. "I owe you my life" the lady spoke reaching for my hand and I gave it to her, "it's okay ma'am, anyone would do the same." "No, they wouldn't." She r

and all my memories. "Hey bud" dad held Milo in his arms. Milo was a petite ten year old and dad was a much taller adult so he had no trouble carrying him. "My sweet pri

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