Werewolves wont leave me alone...

So my next project is of the chick-lit genre. I'm up to chapter 3, its going well. Don't have a word count at the moment just know what needs to happen so it could be anything from a short story to a novel, we shall see.

It's veeeery different from writing paranormal (obviously) but its nice, different.

So I was sat at my computer yesterday, getting ready for a good ole heart to heart between my two sisters and...  one of my Werewolves shows up (from my par/rom project).


I tell him to do one and I turn back to the sisters...

He thumps my sisters out of the way and drags his ass into my line of view again. So by now I am wondering what the hell he wants...

Owen: (Standing over Elizabeth as she is typing) Where is my story?

Me: I'm busy at the moment. I will get around to it.

Owen: That's not a good enoug answer.

Me: (Turns to face Owen) Excuse me?

Owen: I said. That's. Not. Good. Enough.

Me: (Crosses arms) Don't you speak to me like that.

Owen: I will speak to you however I see fit-

Me: No you bleeding wont. I am not Pack. You are not my second. You. Do not get to speak to me like that.

Owen: (Growls and rolls eyes) Yeah, yeah. Look, I'm not asking for a fucking novel I just want you to tell the story of one of the most important few weeks of my life.

Me: (Stares at Owen)

Owen: I don't even care how long it is. I think it is only fair.

Me: Oh and why is that?

Owen: Because I'm second in charge.

Me: That's not even a proper reason.

Owen: It's a good enough one. Brendan's my best pal and everything, and yeah he's got issues but... damn, haven't we all?

Me: (Rubs temples) Go away Owen. I'm busy. I have other peoples stories to tell.

Owen: The sisters will be fine. (Folds arms across chest)

Me: Besides the point. New story. New characters. Must be written.

Owen: (Ignoring Elizabeth) Maybe you should change their story a little. If she would have pulled a stunt like that on me I would have kicked her ass all over the place.

Me: This isn't the Pack. It doesn't work that way for them.

Owen: Fucking humans. Seriously messed up. (Stares at Elizabeth) So, you going to write it or not?

Me: You might want to speak alittle nicer to me. I could ruin your life if I wanted to.

Owen: You wouldn't. (Smiles) You like me too much.

Me: (Laughs) Not that much, I don't.

Owen: (leans down, placing hands on the arms of Elizabeth computer chair until they are eye level) I will be real... nice to you...

Me: Don't think you can win me over MacLaren. I know all your tricks.

Owen: Not all of them (winks)

Me: (Pushes Owen away) Will you leave me alone if I do? I really need to get on with my other stories.

Owen: (Straightens) I swear I will leave you alone if you do it and get it written soon. (Toothy grin) Scout's honour, flower.

Me: Fine. (Turns back to computer) And don't ever call me flower.

So needless to say I have to write his damn story because if I don't I will not be able to get on with my chick-lit project. I will never be able to write anything ever again without him stepping into view.

F*%$!@g Werewolves! They wont leave me alone.

So, the short story is set before my Paranormal Romance. Two new leads. I am going to put it on its own little page as a free read. I may not be published but damn it I am a writer and there is no point writing stories if they are never going to get read. Right?

So look out for "She-Wolf" coming shortly.

Owen: (standing over Elizabeth's shoulder) Why the fuck is it call She-Wolf?

Me: You know why it is called-

Owen: It makes me sound like some pansy-ass sugar fairy.

Me: (Looks up at him, smiling)

Owen: (Studies Elizabeth) What are you up to?

Me: Nothing.

Owen: You've got that weird glint in your eye. (Alpha stare) What the fuck are you up to?

Me: (Rolls eyes) You want me to write it? (Owen nods) Go away then or so help me God Owen, I will make you... gay.

Owen: (Jaw tenses. Eyes flood silver.) You wouldn't dare.

Me: Oh wouldn't I?

Owen: It would ruin all your plans.

Me: That's the beautiful thing about being a creator baby, I can recreate until it all fits. (Evil laugh)

Owen: (growls) Fine. But you better tell them it isn't called She-Wolf because of me. (Skulks off)

Me: She-Wolf is in no way related (or a cute nickname for) Owen.
(Recieves txt from Owen) For God-
(Reads txt aloud) Owen's the man. He loves women. Adores them. That's a damn promise.

The title will make alot of sense once you read it.

(Txts Owen back...)