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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

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In Masi's Home

**ADDIE'S POV**

I don't know if it had been five seconds, five minutes, or five hours. I just knew that I was suddenly sitting in front of a mirror in Minister Masi's room. I was frightened and I wanted out of here. Though I was more scared of seeing this man if I let my magic get out of control. How would I be able to look at anyone again if I were to kill someone.

So, not being able to bring myself to fight back, I sat there frozen in fear. The image in the mirror was not doing much to make me feel any better either. The bruises on my face were swollen and bright red. They hadn't had the time to fade into purple yet. And just looking at them hurts. I didn't want to know what it would be like if I were to actually touch them. Or if someone else were to touch them too.