A Wild Idea Novels & Stories

Aiden’s gaze snapped to me, and a slow, angry smirk crept across his face, making my stomach churn with dread. “So,” Lucas said, his voice low and cool. “Who came up with this concept?” Before I could respond, Aiden’s cold glare settled on me like a dagger. “Miss Wilde did,” he sneered, and I felt my heart skip a beat. Without missing a beat, he turned to me, his voice sharp and cutting. “Miss Wilde, didn’t you claim you’d brainstormed some ‘brilliant new concept’? So what is this?” He gestured toward the screen, a mocking tilt to his lips.

Mikel said to dad and that was all he had to say before I got up in a flash and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, thinking how dare he put such a fucking stupid idea forward. “Are you out of your fucking mind?” I asked him as I looked down at him angrily. “That’s actually not a bad idea, this way she can stay in the family, and we won’t be at any loss” dad said and a for a moment I wondered if they even knew what they were saying as there was no way they were talking about my Kendra.

“I didn’t mean it like that-” “Oh? I wasn’t thinking about that,” he said lightly, with a shrug that made my pulse spike, “but now that you’ve mentioned it… I won’t lie. I like the idea. You planted the seed.” “Then unplant it!” I snapped, throwing my hands up in despair. “Is that even a word? God, Ram- just- just follow me!”

My heart did this stupid tumble inside my chest, and it took everything out of me not to run off as I initially planned to do. No. I was going to ruin his day. I had no idea how I would go about that, but I sure as heck would try. I clenched my fists to my sides, the need to beat the trash out of them like I did with Jace, but I had to be realistic here. The Savage–or should I call him by his real name now that we were acquainted?–was an almost-alpha of a rival pack. Hunter was a rogue, making him as unpredictable and unstable as my dad’s love life.

“The company is going through some kind of crisis, and we need a business plan to help us out of it, something substantial. So far, none of the shareholders or even the employees have been able to come up with anything appreciable. Neither have I. I feel so unproductive.” “Have you thought that it's because maybe you've been stressing yourself too much?” He asked, placing a soft kiss on the exposed skin just above her knee. A shudder run through Eva. “Probably. I feel so stultified though.” “I have no idea what the hell that means. But what if I told you I had a remedy to give you more inspiration?” “And what remedy of yours is that, Wild One?” She shoved her fingers through his hair, ruffli

The old man had great longs. - It wasn't just those ideas that I had. I had many more. - Yes! Yes! And great. ones – Delilah says with a comical expression. – put them on a desert island; go to live in Greenland; join a fanatic cult; All that was left was to contact extraterrestrials and send them to another planet. - Leech. You must drink spoiled blood every day. Your ideas are unforgettable. Living in a cave in the middle of the forest; going to live in the house where Lysander and Airon died because they would never think they were there; move to North Korea. All winning ideas.

When the nice method didn't work, I thought of something else. I froze mid-pull, my eyes glowing with excitement. “I have an idea.”

We swam and played in the water for most of the afternoon before we got tired and decided to come out. I checked my phone to see a message from Jade. Jade: Girl! I hope you’re having fun and doing crazy stuff. Plus I wouldn’t mind being an aunty😉😉 “I have a really crazy idea, babe” I said dropping the phone back in my bag and wringing out water from my hair with a towel. “Now that’s interesting, I’m all ears” Ivan said putting on his shirt. “Okay so, I just want to feel like a rebellious teen and I have the perfect idea; I only hope we don’t get caught” I said giddily, my excitement building up.

Frustration brews, and a wild idea takes root in my mind—a desperate attempt to break free from this stifling isolation. I contemplate something more extreme, something that cannot be ignored. My eyes narrow as the unsettling thought takes shape: starting a fire. I leap from the bed, a surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins. The idea is reckless, but the need for attention and connection overrides reason. I'm desperate for someone, anyone, to acknowledge the storm raging within me and set me free. Fire seems like the only way to make them see, to break the soundproofed barrier trapping me in this suffocating silence.