Chasing The Wild Book Novels & Stories

Panting. Panting was the only thing I could feel as I ran through the forest. Leaping from one spot to another, with the branches of trees grazing past me, I chased a tiny creature ahead. It was small and white, probably a rabbit, I wasn't sure. The poor rabbit ran for its life. It wouldn't let its body turn into prey for a wild creature like me and nor would I stop chasing the animal. It ran as fast as it can but it couldn't escape its dreadful fate.

Bailey responds as we begin to make our way towards the double doors I take a moment to think about my, usually empty, schedule before groaning when I remember that I actually have something to go to this weekend. "You can't, my mother is hosting this gala and wants our whole family to attend" I say with a sad tone of voice They're facial expressions mimic mine before Faith suddenly gasps, catching Bailey and I off guard. I look in the direction that Faith is only for my eyes to widen when they land on a smug faced Aurelia. Shit. Before I get the chance to run away from her, again, she's grabbing my wrist which effectively paralyzes my legs. What the hell?!

As he looked at me, lovingly, I could tell from his face that he was trying his damn best to hold on to his own hunger and delay his own sweet ending so he could give me mine first. I leaned up so I could kiss him on the lips and I whispered his name again. “Nick…” “I know, kitten,” he whispered back. The fire was getting bigger, my body was getting hotter, and my flight was getting higher. I could feel it coming, could totally sense its force. I was afraid it would consume me, scared that I wouldn’t be able to handle it. Nick’s pace was getting faster, his breathing was becoming more labored as he tried to control his own release. One, two, three deep thrusts and Nick once again pushed me

"Yes" He swoops me off my feet grinning, twirling me around while I giggled. He places me back on my feet. "Good. Now let's go make babies" "What?" I laugh. THE END!!! I hope you enjoyed reading CHASING STORM as much as I loved writing it.Watch out for my next book, and if you haven't checked out my old ones, be sure to.

A nice short and shirt caught her sight and she swiftly put it on. She needed to be quick. It'd be a shame if anyone else walked into this place to find out what was happening. Suddenly, her eyes became alert and she went around, using her wolf speed and checking every single thing. And then, her eyes landed on a computer on a table. She darted for it. The keys of the keyboard vibrated under her swift fingers as she hacked his computer, copying all of her findings into a flash she came with. She chuckled lowly. His name wasn't even Paschal. His real name was Liam Wilder. Thank goodness she hadn't fallen for his cool acts in the first place. Her conscience was glad that there was a dent in hi

I followed the destruction she left behind—trampled bushes, deep claw marks in the dirt, the distant sound of branches snapping as she tore through the treeline. I pushed harder. Wind whipped through my fur as I gained speed, my limbs stretching, muscles coiling and releasing with each powerful stride. The ground blurred beneath me, the mansion shrinking behind me as I tore through the yard, through the night, chasing after the one thing that mattered right now—Elise. I caught a flash of white in the distance. There. She was fast, but she wasn’t me. I closed the distance between us, the space between us shrinking with every second.

If such themes are not to your taste, feel free to skip this chapter Bianca’s lips parted with a soft, wet smack as she finally pulled away from Damien’s mouth. Her breath was ragged, coming in short, sharp hitches that made her chest heave. The air in the room felt heavy and charged, the kind of heat that usually preceded a summer storm. Damien’s hands weren't gentle; they were fumbling with the zipper of her dress with a desperate sort of hunger. The fabric gave way, sliding down her body in a pool of silk that gathered at her feet like a discarded skin.

“You did nothing wrong.” Her pulse refused to slow. The Northern Wolves. The book. She had taken it without understanding why, back when escape had been all instinct and terror. Taken it from Lucian’s study, heart racing as if it already knew it mattered. It told a history Wildbourne never taught. Wolves as balance. Hunters as something broken long ago. Some nights she believed it completely. Other nights, she feared it was dangerous just to read. It had become Ever’s favourite story. Now she knelt in the sandpit, holding Ever close, eyes darting as the ground beneath them seemed to hum.

This book is dedicated to those who like them cold, with a side of sarcasm and flirty comments. Chapter One Arilyn I didn't want to go back to campus after last night but I did not want to stay home either. Not after last night. My back was sore and I could barely stand. I knew I had to suck it up. Everywhere else was better than staying at home.

I mumbled out of surprise as I confirmed myself that he is indeed the owner of that laugh that I heard that day. I went in annoyance but then I was surprised when there were weird noises I heard. He's going out of my side and he started to run away. Why is he even running? I am not sure about that but then without even thinking I stood up immediately and ran after him. Why am I even running? I didn't let all the sides I tried to Chase him but then to my surprise there was a weird drop that is hidden in this part that I step on. "A… shit"