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My New Life in the Kingdom of Wolves

Eighteen year old Addie hates her life. She's been in a wheelchair since she was a little girl. She's felt like a burden on her family and dreams of a life like the ones she's only read about. So, when she finds herself reborn in another world with all the memories of her previous life, she embraces this new opportunity. She's finally healthy, she's finally strong. She can finally feel alive. However, when she's thirteen a debt is incurred that may change her new life forever. One that they won't know the repercussions of until she once again turns eighteen. When that debt is called upon, and the payment must be made, Addie finds herself living in the Kingdom of the Werewolves. She must now figure out how to get home and why her new life is different than that of all the other humans in this world. And on top of that, she has found herself in the sight of the Werewolf King. What is it that he wants from her? What is it that he has planned when he summons her to the castle and forces her to live there? Follow along with Addie as she learns how to navigate in this new world of hers and as she discovers just what it is that makes her different from all the rest. ************ WARNINGS ************ ADULT LANGUAGE SUGGESTIVE SITUATIONS SLAVERY VIOLENCE NOTE THE COVER ART IS NOT MY OWN ALL CHARACTERS AND SITUATIONS IN THIS STORY ARE COMPLETELY FICTIONAL AND ARE WORKS WRITTEN BY DENI CHANCE. THIS BOOK IS SOLELY POSTED ON WEBNOVEL AND CHEREADS AND SHOULD NOT APPEAR ANYWHERE ELSE. Contact me at any of the following- https://www.deni-verse.com/, https://www.instagram.com/dcinmi87/, https://twitter.com/DCinMI, https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100070561061763

Deni_Chance · Fantasy
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Meeting Part 1

The day after my library visit with Finnick, I had another day off from lessons. Only this time, I was going to be having a meeting with Uncle Dominic, Uncle Isaiah and the inventor Diev. Today was the day we were going to be having business talks about the camera, or rather the Portrait Painter.

I wonder if I could get them to call it a camera? That would be a lot easier to say. Well, regardless of what it was called, I knew what it was supposed to do and I was supposed to help them figure out a way to make it more profitable.

Despite my having been raised by a merchant, this talk was all going to be handled by that part of my brain that remembered all of the days that I had been Adelaide. My earth-knowledge, which knew about cameras, was what I was going to use today.