His lips were luscious and full, and I unconsciously leaned in, imagining how it would feel to press my lips against them. I imagined what I might do if I were the sort of person that was confident enough to approach him. She looked so peaceful, just laying there sleeping. I touched her shoulder, ready to softly shake her to wake up. She ignored it as she stood up and took a few steps away from me. Her focus left me as she re-did the hair tie on the sweatpants she was wearing, my sweatpants.

I waited to board for about half an hour. I wanted to be early just to make sure I wouldn’t miss the flight. I did not want to have to pay for another one. I turned around and was mixing when I heard a collective gasp from the crowd, which meant someone just punched someone else. If I'm being completely honest, I am very sad to be taking my book off of Wattpad and Inkitt and really, genuinely wish I didn't have to. I signed the rights to the BBAG series over to Galatea a little over a year ago when I had very little idea of what it actually meant. This was when BBAG had less than a thousand reads and I didn't think it would amount to anything. It was before I really knew what Galatea was; I was just excited that someone liked my book enough to publish it. I definitely regret it now. I don't have any control over my book on Galatea and never know what is going on with it. I also did not know that I would have to take my books off of all other platforms such as Wattpad. Truth be told, I feel as though I was taken advantage of by the people of Galatea. And in addition to that, I barely get paid for my work although I know for a fact that people are reading it. I had almost managed to fit my luggage in when I felt hands wrap around my waist, touching the bare skin of my stomach where my shirt had ridden up.So, not only was flying absolutely terrifying, but the only experience I had of it was delivering me into an unwanted situation. I knew this flight wouldn’t be any different. I wanted to correct her, opening my mouth to say that we actually had never met before, but the man holding me beat me to it. “We were just finding our seats. We’ll be out of your way in a second.” His voice was so smooth and reassuring.

Duh, you're obviously a kid at heart, just like me!" I told him, adjusting my glasses, which I had grabbed when I ran to the door to see who was yelling. Taxis still littered the streets and tourists were in restaurants, leaving the sidewalks kind of empty but there were still people here and there. Are you okay?" One of them asks, kneeling down next to me. He has light brown hair with blonde highlights along with blue eyes; he also has a very well built body just like the rest of the boys. Go on, gorgeous,” my new, mysterious neighbor said, gently pushing me to the window seat while following closely behind. Kidnapped by My Mate is a captivating werewolf romance novel penned by the talented Annie Whipple. The story revolves around Belle, a young woman initially skeptical of the world of shapeshifters and werewolves. However, her life takes an unexpected turn during a trip to Paris when she encounters Alpha Grayson, who claims her as his "mate." This encounter unveils a series of revelations about the werewolf realm and Belle's own identity.So, not only was flying absolutely terrifying, it also almost always delivered me into an unwanted situation. I knew that this flight wouldn’t be any different. Mine. Mate,” he said, his deep, husky voice ringing in my ears. He squeezed my waist gently as his forehead came down to meet mine, and he breathed in deeply. Once on the airplane, I couldn’t keep my hands from shaking. One of the flight attendants smiled at me as I walked past her and, obviously noticing my nervousness, giving me a reassuring nod. I tried my best to return the smile. He paused, looking concentrated until he stood up and took a step towards me. I glanced at him and shifted away without actually moving from where I was standing.

I took deep breaths as I walked across the airport, luggage in tow. I couldn’t seem to calm myself down, even though I tried. I heard someone else sit down next to me so I glanced over towards them. It's a guy looking at me intently and it is really creepy. What a strange way to speak to someone, I thought to myself, downing the last few sips of my drink. It was an easy job once you knew how to understand drunk people and knew what drink was what. I was already getting a bunch of tips and it was only 45 minutes into my shift. For what I did read…it was a lot of everything, all at once, with nothing to really keep the interest. I’ve had my fair share of books that aren’t the greatest or just starting off authors but this was just…meh. Barely meh. A lot of repetitive wording and scenes to get going on this book. And this just only based off 6 chapters.I turned around and walked into the club. We still had an hour until opening so it didn't smell too much of alcohol. He sat there and gawked at us for a second, obviously witnessing the entire meeting that just took place. It made me very uncomfortable to think that he had been watching us. “What?” he asked.