Books Like Wild By Cheryl Strayed Novels & Stories

It’s her beauty and words that attract me to get closer and closer to her with every possible day which we intimately spent and I can not think of letting her go, her body starts to feel like addiction to me which is a beautiful feeling but scary at the exact moment to me. I can not promise myself any longer that I can stop fucking her if she tries to look bold and pretty in front of me. I just can not stop myself from digging her cave when it matches mine. We both are like heaven and hell which can not be together but can not be without each other. The attraction is just like a fire that does not look like it’s going to stop burning in any short moment. It almost feels like the flame is tur

I took in a deep breath before knocking gently on the door. ** Ezra I moved out of the house because I couldn't even make a good decision. Why have I even run away from her in the first place? Was it because she was using me as her sex slave or because I was her punching bag whenever she was angry? Of course, there is a spot for this person in my heart but I just can't decide whether this feeling that was burning inside of me was love or something else. but at a point I know I was addicted to her body and she has been the one to disvirgin me.

The next breath he drew was shaky and I crept my arm towards him till I linked my fingers with his, giving him the support he needed in this moment, “After the first time, I thought it would stop and it was the only way to gain favor with Boss but I was wrong, it happened the second time, third time, fourth time, till it became our usual routine. Dom, for eleven years of my life, in exchange to keep my sisters safe and sound, I paid with my body and each time, I lost every piece of my soul. I finally ended the boss and ran away with my sisters to California.” He shook his head sadly, “I promised Laura not to ever get involved with the Mafia again but I failed her. Here I am, thirty years old

From the first day I met her, I could tell how powerful she is but with the situation of things, it would be best if she kept all her ambitions whatsoever a secret because the littlest things could be described as treason and betrayal. I spent the rest of the day in the library, Maggie showed me some of the erotic novels she fancied and before the end of the day, she had gathered a long list of books she would love for me to read. Browsing through the library shelves, I found a book titled, "It Ends With Us" by Colleen Hoover. I liked the book immediately I read the first five pages. I added it to my collection and returned to my room with the books. Maggie said she needed some sleep so afte

The air smelled clean, the lights warm, the shelves tall and perfect. “Choose the book that pulls you,” the woman said. “It will tell you what you need.” She vanished into the shadows. I walked along the shelves. My hand stopped on one book, not because I liked it, but because something in me reacted. A strange pull. The title was old, written in faded ink:” The Nature of the Cursed: shifters of the Moon.” My fingers trembled as I opened it. Inside were sketches, human shadows twisted into wolves, claws emerging from the hands, glowing eyes in the darkness. I swallowed hard.

“What did you do before driving? You have that look like you have been through some real stuff.” Wilder turned onto the main road, one hand loose on the wheel. “Military for twelve years. Got out and tried normal jobs but they bored me. Now I drive. Meet interesting people like you. Tell me, Juniper, what does a smart college girl study?” “Literature and creative writing,” I replied, feeling bolder from the drink and his attention. “I love stories about passion and risk. The kind where people do things they probably should not. What about you? Any favorite books or you more of a podcast guy during long drives?”

I sincerely hope you embrace the journey of this captivating tale. While fiction, the essence of Tara Lyle, the main character in this book, mirrors strength as resonant as the very essence of the narrative. I invite you to accompany her until the publication of Tara Lyle Book 2, "At Willete's Mercy," where the saga continues to weave its captivating narrative.

Her first two books, Thunder Struck and Killer Wave—she picked them up off the table and held them high — they hit the bestseller lists in Australia, and now their new release, Wild Fire, did the same, in addition to making The New York Times list. She held up the new book. “He's going to read an excerpt from Wild Fire today, and I'm telling you it's one of those impossible books. to stop reading. And he will also tell us a little about his creation process and respond to questions. Then, of course, he'll sign the books I know they'll want to buy. So it is because you didn't come here to hear me speak, I'll turn the floor over to Damien Black. She took a step to the side.

I need to take time. I remember the small room I entered last time. I slowly opened the door and turned on the lampshade. The books on the table were still scattered. I tried to look and read each one of them. These are all interesting books. Into the Wild by Jon Krakauer, The Prince by Niccolo Machiavelli, The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald, and a lot more. I tried to find something that might help me, but I found nothing.

I pulled out the latest BookTok darling from my backpack—the one with the cover everyone was blushing over—and flipped to where I’d left off. The girl in the book was officially snowed in at a remote cabin with her hot, brooding not-uncle and his even hotter sons. It was chaotic, messy, probably deeply inappropriate—and I was all in. I’d just hit the chapter with the spicy scene. You know the one. A fireplace. A blizzard. Tension so thick it needed a crowbar. I took a long sip of my lavender drink and sank deeper into the fantasy. This? This was exactly what I needed.