The New Dawn (The Werewolf Novels vol. 1)

By Phil Sirap

The story centers on Steven Papandrea and Allyson Phillip. Steven was forced to get married with Clara due to the belief of his tribe which would lead the whole tribe to survive the extinction. But he's never loved her. He always runs away from her, from the bitch who is a power hungry. He runs along his immortal life with his pack until one day, during the full moon night, he helps save her life, a poor self-published author live in Arizona with her friend. Owning to the bad sales of all her previous works and her unlucky past, she has to apply for the job at his diner. She finds him incredibly strong, fast and durable. His suspicious features lead her to learn the truth of his pack and bring her to a new life with the danger of a love triangle. And it'll be too late for her to get her old life back

• Language: English
• Publisher: Phil Sirap
• Release date: Jul 21, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301775521

Phil Sirap

I am a university student, an author and a hope of my parents. I live in Nakhon Pathom, Thailand. This is the first story written with my new pen name, Phil Sirap. I don't hope much about this story. I think this will entertain all you. Just that. I don't hope good sales. This novel is free to all. Please leave a review for me to develop my skills and the sequel of this story. Thank you, readers.

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PROLOGUE

: Endogamy

THE BRIDE WAS CLARA CABOT.

Because she was still a teenager when she reached her maturation, by nature she was hot-tempered, wayward and envious. Her love was only scrummage and competition.

Ms. Cabot didn't care the love match. She just knew and felt that she wanted that guy as her mate for the rest of her very long life, thus she would do everything to get him. She wasn't a kind of ugly girl who planned to blackmail man with things like video clip, alcohol or leaked nude pictures. On the other hand, her beauty could lure many men to die for her but she didn't. For this guy, she just wanted him, wanted him all time.

But however, she was still a girl like others. Excitement inside her human form just worked its duty as soon as she saw many people in her wedding ceremony that she, her family and the unfortunate man's family deliberately threw. Were there any girls who didn't feel this kind of excitement during the marriage? Walking slowly along the path in her small village, she could see every villagers in both sides. The crowd of faces all focused on her.

With the long soft mahogany dress and flower crown on her head that matched her black ponytail and Mediterranean tan skin, she could aver that no one in this village was more gorgeous than her. Clara found him at last, standing before an oaken arch overflowing with wild flowers.

This man wasn't much older than her, maybe just a few years older. But he was kinder, more patient, more reasonable, more virtuous, and in earthshaking fact, he was really too good for being one of carnivores.

They weren't really right for each other.

Like an angelic wolf was going to get married with a demonic wolverine.

The wedding ceremony of this tribe was very simple. Father of the groom was standing by groom's right side, and a priest behind them both. Near the bride's side was her father who had been here to give her away. Not much different from traditional wedding ceremony. The vows were the common, classical words that had been spoken a million times, though not often by a couple like them.

I do, she whispered, her eyes staring into the groom's tired eyes.

Then it was his turn to speak. His head turned slightly. Both parents glared at him. He had to speak even though he didn't want to.

I do, he vowed, sounding emotionless.

But he had smiled and no one noticed the pressured tone of his voice. The priest declared them husband and wife, and then he was forced by the tradition to reached up to cradle her face very gently. He leaned and hesitated but she pulled him into a passionate kiss he never wanted, he never dreamed for.

The crowd erupted into applause, and they turned their bodies to face their folks.

No one knew what this guy would see in the future.

The unwilling couple marched through the crowd with feigned expression of fake pride and happiness, passed from embrace to embrace, the warm hugs of the whole tribe.

Finally, the new couple were led to their room.

The bed was huge and white, with many vines of tendrils and wild flowers floating down from the covering to the floor. The solid teak floor matched the stone walls. The room was decorated with floral variegated cobblestones and scented hanging wistarias. Their parents waved them good bye even though one of them would still guard in front of the locked door.

I'll take a shower, the groom said coldly.

As you wish, she breathed.

The groom didn't get interested in the answer, he wasn't already in front of the darkened color wooden door. He opened the door, put off his clothes and entered the bathroom.

He leaned forward, placing his hands and then resting his forehead on the cool tiles under the wooden shower head as he rolled his shoulders against the cool needles of water pouring from it. He winced slightly but he kept his anger as low as he could. He didn't want to hurt anyone around him including his new wife. He turned immediately when Clara opened the door, entering the bathroom with her body naked.

Can I take a shower with you? She asked with her soft pleading voice.

Get out, he said a little bit angrily.

She didn't stop her paces.

He glared at her with his eyes changed from black to golden wolf eyes. Get out! He snarled through his teeth, his fangs stretched an inch longer.

She shrugged and smiled subtly. We're husband and wife, you know? I guess you don't want the whole tribe to know our secrets, right? She smiled wider. Calm down and do what I want.

The man breathed, shortening his canine teeth and shifting his eyes back to human-like.

What do you want? He asked calmly, turning away from her and resting against the wall.

She walked over to him and slid a soft, smooth hand up his back. He took a deep breath and swallowed it through his throat. You know very well what I want, she whispered.

He started to turn her to push her out of the shower and swiftly changed the direction until her back came up against the tiles on the wall furthest away from the shower head. Damn you! He growled at her angrily.

She smiled a small satisfied smile. C'mon.

He rushed to her very fast, as fast as greased lightning. His first strike was hard enough to satisfy her sexual need, making her let out a soft groan. Her mouth opened wide in the alien feeling, her hips move unstably to meet him. Her fangs stretched and growled out a loud cry as he fucked her hard. He nipped and sucked at her lips, squeezing her breasts as he manhandled her breasts.

Along both her legs, the blood of her virginity had been flowing down to the stone floor.

He grasped her head with both hands and fucked her harder and harder at every second. His attack was quite fast, as fast as a rate of knots. His force was very powerful, smashing her against wall with his anger, wrath and hatred. You want this?

Yes, she snarled as she wrapped her arms around him.

I won't let you reach it, girlie, he whispered.

But she didn't care his words anymore. She cried as he penetrated her much harder, and roughly massaged her breast, pulling, pinching and stretching the hard nub of her nipple.

He began to grunt with the strain of each stroke, his jaw clenching as his balls started to boil. No time of this action, he added with a sharp lupine roar.

You belong to me, Steven, she cried out loudly as he thrust himself into her frequently.

Naw! He roared. And then he was going to climax. He quickly withdrew and threw her to the other side of wall just before he fired his white seed down to wet floor.

You will never get my heart, Cabot bitch. I shall never love you. I shall never change my mind. Remember this, you fucking bitch!

CHAPTER 1

: First Sight

Chapter 9: Twilight

Chapter 9: Evening Date

After I walk into the night sky, I have my eyes widened. He is there, waiting for me. Oh! Edward Jameson Ronald looks quite better with black suit and that white necktie on him. He walks toward me with a bouquet of red rose.

Hello, Anne, he says.

"Edward, why are you here?" I ask, even if I knew very well why he is here right now. He is going to ask me to...

"Oh. Edward, I say in surprise. I thought you had already been at your..."

His soft laugh interrupts me. No, Anne.

"What?"

"Why?"

Edward should have been at the plane station but he is here now with flowers. Oh! How stupid I am? Shit! He is going to... Wow! That will be great, very good.

"I...I He falters. I think...I"

Come on, Edward. I'm waiting for those words.

"I...I" He starts to blush.

Then...

Allyson Phillip stopped writing. She stared at the last page she had written and then shook her head, pen flying above the writing pad about the size of standard A5 with a picture of big white moon and title tag 'The Love Song of Wolf' pasted on its cover. Then, she put down the pen and tossed it with the writing pad to the bedhead.

Every line of this chapter was completely not good enough for sale.

She stood up from her soft pink bed and glanced around the pink bedroom decorated with a few big pinups of book covers.

Black Moon. A Novella by Allyson Phillip.

Chasing the Vampires. A Novel by Allyson Phillip.

World War V. A Novel by Allyson Phillip.

All her works were paranormal fictions. She sighed and walked slowly toward the bathroom, a room near the right side of bed.

Relax for a while, she ordered herself. She washed her face, brushed her teeth and then got dressed. She had a job to do this... afternoon. Yes, she thought, It's time for breakfast. Hmm. Breakfast in the afternoon. She sighed and went down the stairs.

In the living room, Stephenie Deveraux was reading 'On The Road by Jack Kerouac' fixedly on a red couch in front of a wide screen LCD television. Stephenie was Allyson's housemate. Even so, they looked more like twins. They had brown eyes, strawberry blonde hair and pale skin. And they liked reading and writing books, but Stephenie had one thing different in her characteristics.

Good morning, Stephenie. Did I just miss my breakfast?

She looked up and put off her glasses.

Ally, there is no breakfast for you. She pointed to a grandfather clock in the left corner behind her. Look, Ally, it's 1:30 P.M. Why are you still calling it breakfast?

Oh, she exclaimed. Sorry. I thought it was just nine.

Stephenie put her glasses down on a coffee table lightly, and stood up. Allyson Phillip, why don't you care for yourself? You know very well what will...

I know. Thank you.

Next time, just don't skipping breakfast again, girl, Stephenie sighed. I know you love writing books. I also, but I have never missed things about myself.

Thank you again, Stephenie, Allyson cut short. I won't.

Okay, Stephenie said, sat down and continued her beloved activity on this warm Saturday.

Allyson walked pass the living room into the kitchen. She opened the refrigerator and quickly imbibed a bottle of milk. Allyson still kept her head thinking about her new novel. Edward should do better than that. Maybe, maybe, I should let his words flow simply. First, see if the agent accept the first three books about vampires.

She left the empty bottle into the bin and walked back to meet her boring Stephenie in the living room.

Stephenie-

And she turned away from On The Road.

Did you see any letters from Agent Maria?

She paused.

Oh, she said in realization, pointing to a bookshelf near a window at her right side. It's there. On shelf. I didn't do anything to it.

Thank you, she said and rushed across the room to take a white envelope from the third level of the mahogany bookshelf.

From: Maria T. Connor

2438 Dogwood Road

Tempe, AZ 85282

She swiftly ripped the envelop apart and read what was inside it. A sheet of white A4 paper said:

Thanks for your query.

As to your material I'm afraid I will be passing -- I'm just not enthusiastic enough about the concept of your story to feel that I'd be the right agent for the project. I realize it is difficult to judge your potential from a query; nevertheless please know that I give serious attention to every letter, outline, and writing sample I receive.

Sorry I couldn't give you a more positive reply. Thanks for thinking of me, though, and best of luck in your search for representation.

Sincerely,

Maria Connor

Mandy Monroe Literary Agency.

Allyson's expression changed from one to other. Stephenie put her book