Personal Narrative Kaden

Kadens Pov~ When I finally found Corin she was in one oft the girls bathrooms at the school. When she saw me it scared her so i apologized but sadness and regret washed over me when i saw how many injury's she had. I couldn't help but feel like she was hurt because of me that it was my fault because I wasn't their to protect her. But she quickly voiced her opinion on that matter telling me how the mate rules don't applie to her and that I shouldn't feel obligated to protect her. She also warned me not to become a passive jerk or she would leave my sorry ass and never come back. None of this surprised me since it was coming from the girl who wouldn't ask for help from anyone even if she was down to her last breath, and especially a guy. See most girls would

I don’t reply and I don’t do what he wants. There’s no way on earth, I’m listening to him. His arm constricts around my neck and I gasp for air, dizziness flowing through me. I wonder how long I can hold out, but I don’t take that chance. “Alright,” I gasp, angrily.

"Stay down, bitch." He obviously considered me his enemy, but that would never change even after I did what I knew he expected me to do. He let go of my hair and moved his hand to his waist. As soon as he let go, I slumped onto my right side.

Ignoring me, he continued, "She broke up up with me because I bought her a simple neclace for her birthday not the diamond bracelet she wanted."

We both got off the couch and next to the kitchen grabbing each other by the arms. He went straight to my legs but I was able to

My eyes and body trembled as his grip on me tightened. “N-no…” I squeaked. Master’s eyes glared at me and his other hand was held out to the side of my thigh as if he were about to smack my leg. “I-I mean I don’t want to be punished! I-I do want to s-sleep w-with Master! Don’t hit me, please! Please, M-Master! I’m sorry!” I yelped as I lowered my waist to the floor, away from his hand as I tried to wiggle and jerk myself out of his tight grip.

“Ya just can’t.” You sigh and try to wiggle around him but he grabs you by the shoulders and pins you down to your couch. His blue eyes pierce into you; they weren’t malicious or angry, they were desperate. You sit there, perplexed and a bit indignant,

Baghdad, Iraq is where I was born and raised; I lived there for about 6 years during the most pivotal years of the war. My dad left when I was about 7 months. He went to Lebanon to live for a few years before settling in the United States. My mom took care of me and my siblings. War was going on in Iraq; people walked with a dying heart. Iraq was split into Shiite, Sunni, and Christianity. Sunni and Shiite do not have any issues with one another, but there are people who do not like the Shiites and caused civil strife between the two divisions of Islam. My family is Shiite and we do not believe in a separation between anyone because we are one, they are

"I think I forgot the words," I muttered as I turned and sprinted out of the room. I kept myself together until I reached my car, where I immediately broke down into a hysterical sobbing

“I don’t know. I don’t even know why,” I said. I closed my hands and opened them back up to see the fire was gone. Jake stood there afraid to move towards me. I walked towards him and when I got to him he scooped me up in a hug. We stayed like this for a long time before a knock on the door startled us both. Jake pulled away with his eyes wide with fear.

“I’m sorry.” He gasps tearfully when Liam pushes him against the elevator, cold breath sending goosebumps across his skin. He knows it’s his fault that Liam nearly killed his Alpha, his fault Hayden and Corey died, hisfaultalways, “Y-You don’t have to stop.”

"Don't touch me, don't ever fucking touch me again!" you practically screamed. "When you get back, I won't be here, I promise you that". And with that, you swung the bedroom door open, heading out abruptly without giving him chance to say anything else.

“He was on his way home last night when another car had crossed the median and caused a head-on collision with Jaron. When the paramedics got there, he..he hadn’t made it. The paramedics knew how to save a life but didn't make it there in time to save his,” she said while trying to hold her tears

I sigh and run a hand through my hair. Does he even realize how ridiculous he sounds? “You don’t want me to see you crying, is that it? “No.” “Braydin.”

Before I could answer there was a loud and abrupt knock on the door. The sound resounded throughout the apartment, followed swiftly by a robots voice.