A Wild Idea Novels & Stories

“Gives me time to come up with a few ideas.” “I don’t want to know, just don’t get caught with your hand in the cookie jar.” “I won’t get caught, maybe with my pants down, but then again, I like that part,” he said. I could only laugh. Wilder could be unpredictable, his ideas insane and a little demented, but I loved the guy like a brother. I’d spill blood for him.

They both didn’t realize that the airplane is landing soon. This lady is very interesting. She’s not only beautiful but has a sense of humor and I love her company. You will never get tired of listening at her cute laughs and looking at her. I would love to spend more time with her more. Jake thought to himself. Kate, would you like to have dinner with me on Friday night? Kate was busy checking her bag when Jake asked her that question that made her startled. Excuse me? I’m asking you if you would like to join me for a dinner on Friday night?

' Wilder✨ I think you have the wrong number Unknown Oh Wilder stop acting like that... you can't get rid of me 'Okay now who the fuck is this!?' Wilder✨ How do you know me? Unknown More like why do you have Wilder’s phone? Who the hell is this! 'Shit shit was I too obvious' 'Uh how does Wilder act? Oh oh the sorry sir thing' Wilder✨ I'm sorry sir Unknown What the fuck!? Who is this!? Wilder✨ Wait you're a girl?

Suddenly, an idea pops into my head – what if I spent the entire day completely naked? I know it's a crazy thought, but the more I think about it, the more I like the idea. It would be a fun little game, a way to spice up an otherwise boring weekend. Plus, there's something liberating about the thought of walking around without a stitch of clothing on. I've always been a bit of a exhibitionist at heart, and this would be the perfect opportunity to indulge my wild side.

'I guess I will go for water instead,' She thought and grabbed a bottle of water, she opened the lid and gulped down the cold water which gave her a tingling sensation down her throat, but a cold drink would have been much better for her. When she was done drinking the water to half of the bottle, she went back to the living room to continue eating the pizza she bought on her way home from work. Beatrice sat on her cushioned chair and stared at the television, she couldn't even make out what was happening in the show she was watching. 'What if I sell my car to get more money?' She thought, dragging her gaze from the television and wanting to do more thinking. The idea of her selling her car

“I love our life. Messy, imperfect, hard-won life.” “Me too. It’s nothing like I imagined, but everything I needed.” “What did you imagine?” “Power. Wealth. My father’s approval. Things that don’t actually matter.” “And now?” “Now I imagine Emma’s graduation. Jake’s wedding. Growing old with you. Building something that outlasts us.” “That sounds perfect.” “It does. And Maya?” “Yeah?” “Thank you. For fighting beside me. For surviving impossible things. For building this life with me. For Emma. For everything.”

He could only hear their hearts beating and their breathing. "Isn't this exciting?" asked Cassandra suddenly. "Playing in the wild, with the misgivings of someone who might be snooping around. It's more fun than riding a rollercoaster." "Cassandra. If you like us making love in a place like this, why don't we build one for the two of us," suggested Marc. The girl held both of Marc's hands that were still cupping the two supple mounds on her chest. "That would be fine, but... it wouldn't be as fun as it is right now."

Time to flip the script. Leah cackled in my head…actual evil-wolf laugh, all sharp teeth and mischief. ‘Oh, I’ve got an idea. Something quick and dirty that’ll soften her up before whatever big plan our mate’s cooking. She won’t see it coming.’ I froze mid-step toward the door. “Who the hell are you calling ‘our mate’? Gross. Call him Adrian. Hearing you say mate makes me think you’re talking about some random dude. I’m already confused enough without you making it sound like I’ve got a side piece.”

At first, I could only hear the muffled voices of people I barely recognized. Even though I wanted to move, my body felt too heavy. Just lifting a finger suddenly felt like carrying a 60 kg dumbbell with only one hand. Little by little, the voices became clearer and I managed to identify that one of them was my secretary, Viola.

she continued, voice low but firm, “without a name, without an invitation, and propose marriage as if I’m some... naive girl waiting for a fairytale. You must think me stupid.” He didn’t blink. “Not stupid,” he said evenly. “Interesting, perhaps. But stupid? No.” “Oh, please.” Her laugh was sharp, brittle. “You expect me to believe this ridiculous stunt of yours is anything but a joke?” He took one step forward. “It’s not a joke.” Another step. “Then what is it?” she demanded. “It’s an offer,” he said, his voice quiet, his eyes never leaving hers. “Marry me, and I’ll put the world at your feet.”