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This is my story 

I grew up in a small town its quite wonderful and exotic small but great we have so many things from books to online stories yes we had the internet they say  small things are destine for greater stuff in life.
                                Many years past and finally it snowed the second of December 1987 
its known as the wolf night, why yes our town is a werewolf infested place, and boy do they look like Greek Gods and Goddesses , I wish i were that beautiful but Papa says i'm one in a million and i'm unique that even the king will want me but i fear that's the worst thought in the history of my life, I love love life its beauty within and out.

                                                              The word as i knew now cease to exist to me anymore i've been captured for i'm too Wed the Werewolf King don't get me wrong he's the most handsome creature that i ever laid  eyes on and has wealth for many centuries too come but its wrong of them i'm no baby making machine nor am i someones toy i'm just a little human after all screw their kind all i ever wanted was too live my live freely and independently why me ,why not my sisters or the other village willing girls.
                                                 Life as it was isn't going to be the same anymore for i am bonded too that demon ,lord of destruction little did i know what the future held instore for "Us".
                                                       Today the 28th of June 1988 yes its been a year and finally i'm being known as Hirea lee KONSTANTINOV  what have i ever did too displease you this much god why punish me for a crime i did not do, was i never greatful too you I prayed day in day out  these were the silent plea from her 
                                   who am i well i'm her husband and king i can hear her thoughts and read her feelings its not my choice but she is the mate of my wolf and wife too me one thing that know one has on her is that pure soul she holds and for a human woman she isn't one hundred percent i can sense it she has an immortality and doesn't even know she is one woman who hasn't given me a second glance but i'll make her fall in love and show her there is great things too explore even if all seems lost 
                                                                       I want too scream and shout , but i won't , they were so many things i wanted too accomplish i have an immortal gift its from my mother she was half vampire half siren she was those plus werewolf but something happened too mother that night in the woods but her spirit lies within me if thy king expected me to remained quite he lied too himself for he has another thing coming 

                                                          i was inspired by steve aka ( angel)
  
              A thousand masks
i hide between a thousand masks,
i hide everything how can i express it,
i hide because i'm afraid and scared
what has me so frightened, 
what could it possible be, 
the world as we know it 
has me scared, has me afraid 
too be who i truly want to be 
a thousand masks beholds what,
and who i am ,
a thousand masks tells everything that's 
been kept within
i want to be free from this 
a prisoner that is held captive
in a thousand masks
i want to be free but how?
 when i myself am that
thousand masks

words they mean more than one can understand,

But if we don't understand them then why speak 

or say things we may not mean, why even talk

well its just life words do hurt an individual whether,

true or not what you say can affect a person tremendously 

we say sorry like it makes anything better or it fixes the fact what 

we said was just a slip of the tongue 

words aren't just words they hold strong meanings 

so be mindful of the next word that leaves your mouth

think of that persons feelings and put your self in their position 

be mindful of the things you say before you say them

Masks

~Steve (Angels)

Which is the real me?

I ask myself as I search through the masks

Those smashed to pieces in hate

And those born cracked and broken.

They scare me sometimes.

Empty chasms gaze out at me

Once there were eyes but now they are gone

I can’t remember what they looked like.

They all feel wrong somehow

Whenever I try them on

Smiles and frowns and tears and joy

Is this really me? It can’t be.

I am damaged the same as them

Just as the spider web of pain

Creeps across my soul

So does it across my many masks.

So where am I? I can’t tell they all look so real

The plastic has turned to spongy flesh

They are as broken as me

My eyes are empty pits.

Maybe one day I will find the real me

The mask that fits me

One I can show to the world

Broken as it is.