A Wild Idea Novels & Stories

Ideas that involve both of us. Jake is enthralled by Jannis's alluring proposals and listens carefully. His heart races at the prospect of delving into these "ideas" alongside her. He asks with an aroused and curious tone, "I'm intrigued, Jannis. What sort of ideas are we talking about?" His body leans toward hers as he searches for physical touch. "Just promise me you won't get mad if I suggest some ideas of my own." Jake lets his mind run wild, coming up with scenarios that would push their clandestine relationship to its boundaries, all while smiling slyly.

Ryan grunted. "Okay," Wild said, feeling how upset and angry Ryan was with Monika. "Let's go for a run. We might feel better" Wild suggested. "You're right... It will definitely make me feel better," He said and walked out of the mansion, then morphed into a wolf to go for a long run and calm himself. Wild was running at a higher speed when a girl's sob fell on his ear. He ceased his speed, and then his eyes shot up, and his heart started beating at higher speed.

“No, Erika, I won’t let you make a stupidity!” “Please, let me finish her off!” “You’re not like her, Erika! You’re not like her!” “She made me start this wild revenge! She made me wild! She made me this wild beast you see now! I can’t feel love, I can’t feel gratitude because of her!”

“I don’t think it’s a great idea… Don’t you think this is too much, we’re deviating from our main goal into a new…” “It’s called broadening your horizons and it’s a terrific idea. One of the best, if well nurtured within years, we’d be famous internationally. Great idea Olivia” I turned back to see Wilder staring at me with a smile, he was leaning on the door and he looked breathtaking, no man should be allowed to elude such sexiness.

‘If you want to improve them all, where do you intend to start? ‘I want an interesting job; something really different,’ declared Harriet. ‘Any ideas?’ Harriet pulled a face. ‘That's the trouble, I can’t think what I want to do, I only know that it has to be exciting and different.’ ‘Try being an actress,’ suggested Ella. “There’s plenty of excitement there. Will I be working this time next week or not!’ Harriet sighed. ‘I know I’ve probably been stupid but I simply couldn’t stop myself. It was as though a voice in my head was telling me that this was my last chance. If I didn’t stop now, change direction quickly, it would be too late.’

This is a bad idea, my wolf pipes up suddenly. If you have a good idea, I’m open to it, but as of this moment, you’ve been remarkably mum on essentially every topic when I really need some help. Then having rested your ears, it should make it all the easier to listen now, dumbass. I said, this is an epically bad idea. For Fuck’s sake, wolf. Do you or do you not have an alternative to offer? You cannot change what has happened to a wolf by invoking the deity of the witches.

“I need you too.” Riley's eyes widen as she watches the two of them locked together against the window, the pheromones in the room reaching such intensity that even her Beta senses feel overwhelmed. With practiced efficiency born from weeks of similar moments, she slides off her bed and lunges for the potted cactus on the windowsill. "Mr. Pickles and I will be taking that movie suggestion, thank you very much," she announces, cradling the small spiny plant to her chest.

CHAPTER 2 This was the craziest shit I ever heard and part of me wanted to screamand run. But the other part wanted so much to be involved in this preposterous idea, and it was winning out fast. I took a few deep breaths and relaxed. I could feel the alien’s

Ava's Better Idea The message haunted Lily all night. God. Absolutely haunted her. Fair. Not a scary haunting. Reasonable. A curious haunting. God. The worst kind. Fair. Because now she needed to know. Reasonable honestly. What was the better idea? God. What could possibly be better than Operation Escape Grounding? Fair. Not that the last plan was good. Reasonable. It was terrible. God. Objectively terrible. Fair. But still. Reasonable honestly.

She always felt as if she was standing still in a place while her life just moved forward leaving her behind while she watched it happen without any protest. She never understood life as everyone did. She did not know what kind of life she wanted for herself but she always knew it was not like that… always running around… racing time with grit. Chasing after success and recognition. Passion was something she did not understand no matter how much she tried. There were things she liked doing, sure. Like painting. She liked filling her thoughts with colors. But it was only her hobby… she was not passionate about it. She sure did not want to chase after it as if her life depended on it…