I am bewitched by tragedy and mystery.
I am also fond of poetry.
Please be kind in your criticisms of my work(s) because English isn't my mother tongue.
Carlisle could not resist the sweet smell coming from the woman's body. It was almost like an aphrodisiac. And although the place that they are meeting is a battlefield, he could feel butterflies in his stomach, and his wolf howling with desire to ravage their mate.
But instead of joy or excitement, her face was full of fear. In her eyes, she could only see a monster.