A Wild Idea Novels & Stories

Was this even a good idea? --- “This is a bad idea.” “Bad ideas are just good ideas in disguise.” Leona says, glancing over at the nervous blonde who stews in the passenger seat. “That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard you say.” Violet criticizes, eyes narrowed at the eldest Castelli, who laughs. “Maybe,” Leona admits. “But if you think about it in the right way, it’s not completely wrong.” Violet’s head tilts in wonder, blinking at the woman as she mumbles on about how little sense she makes. “Every time you talk, my brain, like, shuts down.” She says. “You’re so confusing.”

ᴊᴜsᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴡɪʟᴅ ғʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ɢʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ sᴜɴ sᴘʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴊᴏʏ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴀʀʀɪᴇᴅ ᴡɪʟᴅ sᴘɪʀɪᴛ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ғɪʀᴇғʟɪᴇs

So I had to save her eyes and break the hopes in them instead. " Urrrrr " "Pls Uwana " "Errrrrrm" "C'mon on Uwana just say it " "NO" "No???" "Yea you heard me No because this party is a Terrible Idea and Someday your gone thank me for it. But on the other hand, I have something else that wouldn't be such a Terrible Idea" "Urgh what other great idea do you have that could compete with going to Hugo's party"

“But you get my point.” “Yeah, I do.” Wilder bites his lip as if he’s thinking carefully about something. Then he says, “Do you want a fight?” “What do you mean?” “Do you want to kill some Ravagers?” “Always.” He laughs. “You’re not even going to ask what I’m talking about?” “I can’t picture a scenario where I wouldn’t want to kill Ravagers.” *** The trap Wilder sets is the first use of magic I’ve ever just fucking fallen in love with. It’s also probably the most insane thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

This put us in a deep uncertainty on what I was or there are any other undiscovered features in me since I blacked out before I truly reached my full potential. Kate came up with an idea, she basically proposed to meet the Maxwell family on the weekend since they were a magical family and might be able to help and they also voluntarily teach the recipients of these powers to control them and use them in the right way. I was happy that there were people whom I could trust and would help me with my newly discovered powers and also might help with my supernatural identity, and so I agreed, after which we called it a

A year back, he declared that the woman who bore his child would become the Gibson family's queen bee. A swarm of women buzzed in, eyes on the prize. I was cornered, scrambling for cash to save my sick grandma, so I threw my hat in the ring. Somehow, my simple resume was the golden ticket. On the island, I knew I could not match Hannah's stunning looks, Larisse's statuesque frame, or Wendy's blue-blooded charm. I was just biding my time, waiting for my consolation prize. However, then came a full moon night in the garden, where I stumbled upon Ethan, wild-eyed and not himself.

Too vivid to forget. A thought hit me. A crazy thought.

She has always been curious about what kind of people stayed there but like every other time, she knew it's impossible to meet them unless- She shakes her head at her ridiculous thought, No way she would sneak in. She blamed her emotion for her crazy idea. Suddenly, the door opened and a guy walked out of the glass door with a glass of wine in his hand. Not only was she speechless, but she almost drools staring at the shirtless man that makes her blink many times. It seems like her feet have a mind of their own and refuse to move. If the guy turns back, she is sure to get caught but her brain is not functioning right well at the moment.

She has just gone for a run that it that is all it is. I call my soon to be beta, Bradley since I trust him with my life, I know he was not the best with Kayla to start with but that was only because he did not know who she was, and he thought she was just a horse. Bradley meets me near the forest, and I tell him what has happened and just that we need to find Kayla I have a bad feeling. Bradley suggests that she is just somewhere on the territory, and we head of.

That accident years ago had all been part of a plan I'd orchestrated with the stables. I lifted my child onto Acorn's back, and with the horse's triumphant whinny, we charged into a field of flowers. From that moment on, my life was mine to claim—riding through blooms, chasing freedom, and leaving the past behind.