A Wild Idea Novels & Stories

We talk about different things while watching the movie. That's why I wanted to settle, I don't want to live anymore alone or single life. I want a partner who can be with me for my lifetime and after meeting Ella I think it's a great idea. She's going to be the perfect wife.

At this moment, a bold and horrible idea suddenly rose in their minds. Could it be...

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“You want...?” “No, I guess it’s something I don’t want. I don’t want either of us,” meaning him, “to turn down any new ideas offhand, like...I don’t know. I’m just asking you to be open-minded to suggestions that might not be your norm, and maybe testing them out first before vetoing something offhand.” “Oh, I’m definitely open to suggestions.” He wiggled his eyebrows mischievously. “But now I gotta know what kind of kinky ideas you have stirring around in that amazing brain of yours.”

"I've never painted a room in my entire life, spoiled brat I am, but if those red stains make you uncomfortable, I don't mind driving to get some paint right now." I laugh. "You're sweet, but I can't have you do that." "Why not?" Wilder looks confused and blinks like a puppy. "Well, I barely know you!" Wilder snorts. "Then get to know me, woman! Allow me to get us some paint so we can make the entire room purple, or pink or whatever is your favorite color!" Wilder's enthusiasm makes me laugh, and I shyly smile before deciding to admit something. "Don't laugh, but I've always dreamt of having one of those grey picture walls, with cheap lightning meant for a Christmas tree and some cheesy quot

"She wants us to go on a camping trip. Brilliant idea, right?" That's a bad idea. ****

Instead, I felt a strange sense of relief. It was the relief one experiences, knowing they are doing what they should do. ...what if it meant that I was going to find my mate, too? The idea suddenly crossed my mind, and I stepped on the gas. "What the fuck was that!" Damian growled. I chuckled. "An idea crossed my mind," I told him, smiling. "That's bad," He muttered, "Your ideas make the devil look innocent.” "No, this isn't that kind of an idea," I clarified, licking my lips. It intensely excited me now that I thought about it. Previously, I had never considered it a possibility, but now, I have hope.

The thought of it always gave me the ick but things change when you find the right person, I guess. "No. No. No. That's my crazy side. My wild side is much much worse," I tutted. My wild side? I haven't fucking explored that yet but you know what they say, 'you got to keep them on their toes.' I'm hoping I have a wild side. "Has anyone said you're really bad at talking dirty?," he chuckled.

I would much rather live and get out of here, with my hallucinations or not. I love to make bad decisions, don’t I. “I mean, answers would be nice for a start. Then maybe we can talk about getting rid of these dreams,” I supply, trying not to make my positions obvious, if Thought happens to be telling the truth, and isn’t violating my privacy at this very moment.

As children Dyce and I were told not to engage with the “wild ones' ' who supported themselves without the need for “royal civility'. Those people were aimless wanderers who did nothing but take. When they saved me, I didn’t see my rescue quite so clearly. I was angry and took it out on them. I had lost my family and my home. All that I had known in my twelve years of life was ripped from me before I had time to even blink. They were patient with me and gave me time to learn to love and trust them. I consider them an extension of my family now. For years after I was taught the life of the wild ones, a name the people of the land found very endearing, how they lived in unison with the land. T