Story By Gwen Zale
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Gwen Zale

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I love fantasy and action adventure a lot, as a genre I think both are very interesting and offer the chance to visit amazing new worlds. I have been writing for a while, but haven\'t officially posted any stories before joining Dreame. It takes me a while to write since I really care about going back and editing my stories, which can sometimes be difficult since I have dyslexia. I hope that I am able to bring my stories to life here and share the worlds and characters I love creating.
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Little Red Sweetheart
Updated at May 27, 2021, 20:03
COMPLETED *** (18 +) Violence, Cursing, and Sexually Explicit Content. This is adult material, do not read if descriptions of things such as blood, death, curse words, violence, threats of assault, and/or mature content/themes bother or offend you *** ----- Rose Cowell is just your normal delivery girl. She may not have much besides her bike and leather jacket, but for her it's enough. Sure, others may have their grand estates or magic in Grindelwood City, but she's perfectly happy biking packages from apartment to skyscraper to mansion even if it would be easier to just "magic" it to the customers doorstep. Everything was fine until she ran into him, Shepard Blake while making a special delivery one day. Ever since then, nothing has been the same. And despite telling herself over and over that she'd never hang around that smug cocky wolf again, when she's pushed to her limit, who else can she turn too? ----- “I. Don’t. Like. You,” I whisper. “I may find you hot, but that doesn’t mean you're ever gonna see me again. And if you do, I will personally kick your a*s.” I can see a wild and dangerous look lurking in the depths of his eyes, hiding behind his playful nature. Shepard suddenly stands up too, his face brushing mine as he slides in next to my ear. “I’ve never seen a human beat a werewolf in a fight before.” ... ...Some part of me is screaming to run away, but I can’t back down and it’s clear he isn’t going to either. Nothing else matters, just us, inches away from each other's faces. I close the distance, pressing my lips to his, stealing a kiss.
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