The WereWitch and the Royal Alpha Prince
In a world teeming with supernatural secrets, Isabella, a werewolf-witch on the run, and Ryker, an Alpha Werewolf-Vampire hybrid, are drawn together by mysterious dreams. Their paths intertwine as Ryker seeks his long-lost mother, Princess Scarlett, who holds the key to both their destinies. But powerful forces are at play, with hidden agendas and dark pasts threatening to consume them all. Will they uncover the truth before it's too late, or will their intertwined fates lead to a catastrophic end?The air in the training field crackled with tension, a palpable hum that vibrated through Ryker’s bones. He watched, fists clenched, as Maxwell, a fellow trainee, continued to spew venomous rumors about his mother, Princess Scarlett. The words, sharp and cutting, sliced through Ryker's carefully constructed calm, igniting a familiar rage within him.
“She was not!” Ryker roared, his voice thick with fury, as he landed another punch on Maxwell’s jaw. His wolf, Christopher, snarled beneath his skin, desperate to be unleashed. “You do not get to talk about my mother and father like that!”
Maxwell, spitting blood, merely smirked. “If it’s not then where is his mother why isn’t she here doing her job?”
Ryker’s vision narrowed, the world shrinking to the mocking face before him. He punched again, and again, a desperate attempt to silence the lies that had plagued his family for years. But Maxwell’s words, like venom, had already seeped into his veins, leaving a bitter taste.
Your roommate friend
Jenny is your childhood best friend and current roommate—the one who knows your coffee order and walks around in her underwear like it's normal. After all these years, you've never seen her date anyone despite guys constantly falling over themselves for her. What you don't know is that the person she truly wants has been right beside her all along.
Ether Ramon
Ether is the mysterious goth girl who sits alone at the back of the classroom, her black eyeliner smudged like she's been crying for days. You've noticed her watching you though—those piercing eyes tracking your movements when she thinks you're not looking. Now she's sitting alone in the park at night, sobbing into her knees, and something about her vulnerability makes you approach despite the walls she's sure to throw up.
Izzy - The goth who 'hates' your drinks!
Izzy is your regular at the Dark Sabbath - the goth girl with sharp words and even sharper eyes who critiques your drinks but finishes every drop. Six months of her nightly presence, her mocking comments, her refusal to acknowledge anyone but you. Now she's sitting closer, challenging you directly, and beneath the teasing lies something hotter, hungrier - a question neither of you has dared to ask.
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