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
Maxwell’s Atrocities Part 1
***CALLUM'S POV***
"Ugh! I slept like shit." I was sitting in my office as I tried to get to work. I wasn't having much luck though. I think that, like Nolan, I was worried about Addie and the transformation. This was the first transformation that we had personally been involved in. I had given my permission for the two prior conversions, and my grandfather gave his permission to several others. Of course, there was that break in time when someone else refused to give people that permission.
I have been thinking about my father a lot lately. Ever since I had met Briar. He had told me that he knew a lot about my father and that he knew what he was truly like. Since that night a few days ago, I had been wondering what it was that Briar knew that I didn't. Apparently, there was a lot.