Born To Be Wild Book Novels & Stories

“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!”

Because when another woman wants your man, and he’s too broken to push her away, how far will you go to reclaim your place in his arms? A sinful, scorching tale of lust, betrayal, and the kind of love that ruins you beautifully. CHARACTERS: LEXIE STEVENS The Woman Who Survived Hell and Still Burns with Fire Matalino, matapang, at fiercely devoted. Lexie rebuilt her life from the ruins of betrayal. But behind her strength is a woman haunted by passion, jealousy, and the fear of losing the only man she’s ever truly loved. Sa kabila ng lahat, she craves Ram like a drug—and it’s killing her slowly.

Too much fire and not enough air. She sat in her study, lights dim, the rain still tapping against the old glass. Before her lay a blank leather-bound book. She dipped the pen in ink, then paused. She wrote: For my son. “The world you inherit is broken. You are not born to fix it. You are born to survive it. This is not a cradle song. This is a manual of war.” She titled the first page: THE BOOK OF BLOOD She stopped. Closed her eyes. Listened to the wind.

Wild Addiction volume 2. I never knew true addiction until I met her. I never truly understood what it is to crave, mind, body, and soul—until nothing mattered but fulfilling that craving. Until the only thing that mattered was easing the hollow space inside me. It was there whenever we’re apart. Like a dark hole, it lingered, intensifying until my mind was full of dark spots. Until my mind was full of easy curves, bare before me. Until my desires reflected her, bending at the waist, her pert, little arse in the air, colored red by my palm, the outline of my fingers visible against her pale skin.

It was a sign of my deepest respect and love, from one wild heart to another. “Sze,” I started, my voice clear in the night. “You were my biggest surprise. My best mistake. You turned my search for a lost princess into finding a king who was right here. The rules I live by now are the ones we wrote together: protect the wild, love the little details, howl back at the quiet.” I looked up into his stormy eyes. “Our first promise was about instinct, about pack. But my heart needs another. A promise not just of the wild, but of the spirit. A promise for this life and any life that comes after.”

“I’m a werewolf.” “Really. It is not the first time we have been made aware of your existence. You disappeared from our line of sight. Now we have fresh reports that filter in of a woman who can manipulate energy.” His gaze didn’t shift. “Who are your parents?” “Arthur,” she said without pause. “And Jenny Rainer. Blackridge pack.” “Pack?” he asked. “Stonehaven.” His eyes flicked briefly to the rogue bodies around them before returning to her. “And you managed this savagery,” he said, his tone unchanged. “Alone.”

This made it very desirable by many. After that, Mama ran away with Papa. That’s when her life really began. She got to meet other witches, other people. She made friends that didn’t want her just because of her family’s position. However, once word of her grimoire spread again, she and Papa headed South. That’s when Mama and Papa settled down and had me.

"This type produces reborn with massive amounts of necros in their body. In this case, one is being reborn with half of their actual age. I only knew five people being reborn like this; the first one is Reeve Giraudus." "What the? Reeve Giraudus? The Vasilia?" The Vasilia, Vasillia means 'king' Reeve Giraudus is the king of the new world, the strongest reborn ever lived. "Yes, the reason for his immense power is his ability to control the excessive amount of necros present in his body." "I don't get it. What kind of connection are you saying to the patient's situation." I insist.

In an attempt to regain control the creature then tried to flip me and once again dig its claws into my skin to get a better grip. ----- [Chapter quote:" Into the wild, I go losing my way, finding my soul"]

Verra was calm but firm. The faces of all the elder's faces changed with the mention of the wilderness. They knew their chance of thriving or even surviving in that place was slim. The wilderness was a place without rules. The one with the bigger fist wins was truer there than anywhere else on the continent. They knew that while their first were big here, in that place it wouldn't even be considered a medium.