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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

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Being Me

Bernadette let out a loud snort at my question like it was the most ridiculous thing she had ever heard.

 

"All those old men see is the dollar signs that they are missing out on with the de-scenter not in production," sneered the owl, and I could hear her taking a drink of something. "I swear to god, all they care about is how much money they COULD be making. No one is even thinking about how much money Daniel is costing us with all these failed experiments."

 

"Daniel?" I asked, my eyes still closed as Lucien continued to massage the side of my head he could easily reach.

 

"The little birdie," replied Bernie, and I could practically see her hand waving in the air as if it wasn't that big of a deal.

 

I was more surprised that I never considered the little birdie to actually have his own name.