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As Silent As A Mouse

I am being hunted. Well, not me exactly. Someone wants to get their hands on the genius behind A.M.K Pharmaceuticals. They just don't know it's me. I have discovered a way to negate anyone's scent, shifter or human. You would think it wouldn't be that big of a deal... deodorants promise the same thing, but my product is nothing like that. My product turns its wearers invisible to shifters. No, not like that. But shifters need scent more than almost anything else to identify and find a person. Without scent, they can't track down their prey, or smell an enemy coming up from behind. I had originally created it so my adopted father and I could avoid the shifter community. No one was supposed to know about it. Until a little birdy said something they shouldn't have to the wrong person. Now the humans are after me and the shifters want me dead. But that's fine. That wasn't the only thing I came up with. And if I am as silent as a mouse, no one will see me coming until it is too late. This will be a RH novel, the FMC will not have to choose. No MM Check out my other works: Rebirth In the Apocalypse: Third Time's a Charm (Book 1 in the Rebirth Series) -Completed Fight, Flight, or Freeze: The Healer's Story (Book 2 in the Rebirth Series) -Ongoing Star's Ships- Completed Dancing with Monsters- Ongoing Part Of Your World- Ongoing (Book 2 in the Star's Ships Series) Discord: Sakura#6289 Instagram: @devil_besideyou666 Check out my discord channel for the first chapter! https://discord.com/invite/yYtKzveE6T

Devilbesideyou666 · Fantasy
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262 Chs

Things A Father Shouldn't See

I looked through the vent cover as Jamie Silverblood, the catalyst for everything that has happened in my life since he entered the diner, paced back and forth in front of my father. 

"Bet you wish you treated me with more respect now," snarled Jamie, pausing for a second to narrow his eyes at Paul. 

The two were clearly in an interrogation room. The concrete walls were so damp that I could smell the moisture from where I was, and the floors were completely bare, the cement doing nothing to help with the moisture. 

And there was a fucking drain in the middle of the floor. 

I might not know much about interrogation rooms or this whole side of life. But even I knew that a drain in the floor I was being held in wasn't good. 

"I give as much respect as someone earns," shrugged Paul like it wasn't that big of a deal to be handcuffed to a metal chair. "And you haven't earned it."