ROMANCE: The Alpha Howls (Paranormal Werewolf Shapeshifter New Adult Contemporary Romance) (Shapeshifter Mystery Alpha Werewolf Romance) by Christine Peterson
Authors: Christine Peterson
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guestrooms and then down at the gym and then the garage where she couldn’t help but awe at the incredible collection of cars that he owned. It was just too darn amazing to look.
Eventually, it seemed as though the most important thing would be to finish in the living room. She had a glimpse of it twice but under very tricky circumstances. She was always making out with Denis, and she couldn’t get to appreciate it as much as she wanted. And once she got there, her breath was taken away.
The living room was huge and fantastic. The high seats were made of rare hardwood, and the edges were made of gold. These golden ages marched with the fuzzy golden carpet which also matched with the golden chandelier hanging in the middle of the living room. In short, it was just too darn amazing for her to look the other way and not appreciate. And then the television was too big for life.
Going through the house had made her a little tired and all that she wanted to do at that moment was take some time off and get to watch television. It had been a while before she had the opportunity of just sitting down and getting to enjoy some movies or two. And so without further ado, she put one of her gigantic sandwiches down and picked up the remote with the free hand and switched the TV on and paid all the attention.
-The painful blow-
The first person that she saw on the TV was none other than her best friend, Florence and to her surprise, she was hosting a brand new show on TV. And just before Damaris could have the chance to feel proud of her, she heard whatever her friend was saying, and it raised her eyebrows a little. And it was at that point that she decided to kick back, relax and hear whatever the heck was going on there.
Damaris made sure that she had scooped the remote control one more time and, this time, it was to raise the volume a little bit. And once she got it increased to the point where she wanted, Damaris immediately dropped the remote and paid attention, listening to every single word that came out of that snake’s mouth one by one, hoping that Damaris wasn’t going to do what Damaris thought she was going to do.
“I have been a matchmaker for ages and to be honest, some of the people I hook up work out, some don’t. Some make sure that they are working out simply because they are hooked up to billionaires and are afraid that when the relationship fails, then their well of gold will dry up, like this couple for instance.”
And with that, they switched it to a footage where Damaris and Denis were holding their hands together when a chopper came to the packing lot and then she alighted it. Then once the helicopter had gone, the director put Florence back on screen.
“Well, I hate to break it down to the lady but I think the guy that she is dating who a billionaire is, and a former military bad boy wouldn’t make this relationship last. Tell us what you think. Do you think this gold-digger will get what she wants or will she get booted for the next girl? I would like to hear your thoughts. Shoot me a text to…”
Damaris didn’t have to hear the whole thing. She already got the message loudly and very clearly to the point that it broke her heart into a thousand different pieces. She couldn’t help the tears running down her swollen red cheeks.
More often than not, she always saw situations like these before they came to happen. But at that juncture, she just didn’t understand why she didn’t even suspect that something of that sort was going to happen. It was such a bad idea and needless to say, she thought that instead of staying around, maybe it would be an incredible idea if she just packed her stuff and left. She was shod in his oversized t-shirt, and she felt cheap already.
For all she knew, maybe Denis was into the whole thing since Florence, and himself wanted to have a venture on television, and maybe she was just bait to ensure that
Eventually, it seemed as though the most important thing would be to finish in the living room. She had a glimpse of it twice but under very tricky circumstances. She was always making out with Denis, and she couldn’t get to appreciate it as much as she wanted. And once she got there, her breath was taken away.
The living room was huge and fantastic. The high seats were made of rare hardwood, and the edges were made of gold. These golden ages marched with the fuzzy golden carpet which also matched with the golden chandelier hanging in the middle of the living room. In short, it was just too darn amazing for her to look the other way and not appreciate. And then the television was too big for life.
Going through the house had made her a little tired and all that she wanted to do at that moment was take some time off and get to watch television. It had been a while before she had the opportunity of just sitting down and getting to enjoy some movies or two. And so without further ado, she put one of her gigantic sandwiches down and picked up the remote with the free hand and switched the TV on and paid all the attention.
-The painful blow-
The first person that she saw on the TV was none other than her best friend, Florence and to her surprise, she was hosting a brand new show on TV. And just before Damaris could have the chance to feel proud of her, she heard whatever her friend was saying, and it raised her eyebrows a little. And it was at that point that she decided to kick back, relax and hear whatever the heck was going on there.
Damaris made sure that she had scooped the remote control one more time and, this time, it was to raise the volume a little bit. And once she got it increased to the point where she wanted, Damaris immediately dropped the remote and paid attention, listening to every single word that came out of that snake’s mouth one by one, hoping that Damaris wasn’t going to do what Damaris thought she was going to do.
“I have been a matchmaker for ages and to be honest, some of the people I hook up work out, some don’t. Some make sure that they are working out simply because they are hooked up to billionaires and are afraid that when the relationship fails, then their well of gold will dry up, like this couple for instance.”
And with that, they switched it to a footage where Damaris and Denis were holding their hands together when a chopper came to the packing lot and then she alighted it. Then once the helicopter had gone, the director put Florence back on screen.
“Well, I hate to break it down to the lady but I think the guy that she is dating who a billionaire is, and a former military bad boy wouldn’t make this relationship last. Tell us what you think. Do you think this gold-digger will get what she wants or will she get booted for the next girl? I would like to hear your thoughts. Shoot me a text to…”
Damaris didn’t have to hear the whole thing. She already got the message loudly and very clearly to the point that it broke her heart into a thousand different pieces. She couldn’t help the tears running down her swollen red cheeks.
More often than not, she always saw situations like these before they came to happen. But at that juncture, she just didn’t understand why she didn’t even suspect that something of that sort was going to happen. It was such a bad idea and needless to say, she thought that instead of staying around, maybe it would be an incredible idea if she just packed her stuff and left. She was shod in his oversized t-shirt, and she felt cheap already.
For all she knew, maybe Denis was into the whole thing since Florence, and himself wanted to have a venture on television, and maybe she was just bait to ensure that
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