The Girl Who Cried Wolf
Description
It was the look in her eyes, those chocolate abysses that would drown him if he stared to long. It was the way her hair seemed to tumble around her shoulders, falling like spilt ink across a canvas of snow-white paper. It was the way her smile seemed to brighten any room she walked into, a fresh of breath air as her eyes would sparkle. It was the way she would look at her. And it was the sparks that electrified between them.
There was no denying it. She was his mate. And he'd be damned if he let her slip through his fingers.
Foreword
B o o k 1 :
T h e G i r l W h o C r i e d W o l f
E v e n i f y o u t o l d t h e t r u t h , w h o ' d b e l i e v e y o u ?
O h S e h u n
K i m M i n y o u n g
K i m J a e H e e
I n c l u d i n g : E X O & O t h e r s
Credit to WGF for the beautiful poster. They are the best, seriously. Just, awesome.
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