Chasing The Wild Series Novels & Stories

"Bye-bye, Elaine." Wild listened to their conversation from where he was trying to sleep. His mind was so full of thoughts. Was he expected to think of these other Series were his people, too? They were like him, even if they weren't wolves. The mission was still to take down the director, so it didn't really matter? It was overwhelming, but if that was all... he could get used to it. He had to now. They were literally on their way to see one of these others, and he needed all the energy he could get to face that building. He doubted he could meet one of the others. They couldn't go inside. He was going to be ready, though. Just in case.

That was three weeks ago. I stared at the numbers in my planner for a long time until I finally made sense of it all. I couldn’t remember anything. I completely blacked out that night. I quickly dressed in my jeans and grabbed my jacket and car keys. I got into my car and drove in high gear. I was going for a hunt. I was out for blood. And I knew whose blood it was going to be. Tonight, I am going to kill Nicholas Atkins! I drove to Rhythemes hoping he would be there. I ran into Brett at the door.

Chapter 1 Every day was the same for Ariz Jones. School, part time work and twice a week she meets up with the irregulars of Nobel Paranormal Investigation. Sometimes when he's not busy, Ranka Taniyama the NPI Japanese resident monk or Ran for short teaches Ariz something about exorcisms and some warding spells.

I can't imagine what sort of pain this boy could be feeling. I finally decide to throw on a crop hoodie and a pair of ripped jeans with some dark pair of sneakers that won't let me slip when I'm jumping down the roof from sneaking out. My phone buzzed in my pocket. -Tessy: we're here I got to the window opened it up and stepped out quietly to avoid waking anyone, then walked to the other room's window. Maybe this could be spying but, let me check on him. I looked through the window and saw him sitting with an arm out and an object in the other. Shit, what is he doing? I got closer trying to make sense of it. Gosh I almost tripped but held on to his window. I stood erected, shit he heard me.

This island is wonderful! I turn to look at Devyn and see him wearing a black sunshade glasses. He doesn’t let go of my hand and I notice that he’s dragging a gray luggage behind. It seems like he’s got it all prepared! I lift my hand and stare at the purse I’m holding. I am here, in what seems like a private island with nothing but a silver purse. We both look up when the helicopter takes off again and finally leaves us.

********** ONE HOUR EARLIER HIGHWAY NUMBER 325 The more desolated he saw the road ahead, the faster he ran the blue car he had taken from the Muriel Hacienda. Charles was so worried about what he had found, but he wanted to be sure about the accusation he was about to make. He knew that if he presented what he had found as proof against the crimes of Valeria Valladolid, all the other crimes would start coming to light slowly. It seemed like Amelia was going to take her name back and Marcos start indeed living.

Amid the crisp sound of glasses colliding, I took a sip of the cold beer. The chill slid down my throat, but somehow, it warmed my heart. The road ahead was long, yet there was no reason to look back. Somewhere out there, beyond the horizon, an open wilderness was still waiting for me.

his ground and scanned the area, a pack of rogues emerged and encircled him. Their glaring eyes were filled with harshness and anger. Somehow, he thought something was wrong. Who were these rogues? They were ten in number, their snarls echoed in the silence. Alvaro shifted into his wolf form, his majestic fur in open. He lunged at the nearest rogue, his claws tearing through his flesh. The rest attacked him and didn't give a breathing space. Everything spiralled out of control and he couldn't handle them. One after the other, they bit and slashed his fur, blood slowly dripping. He raised his head a bit, his eyes sore and he managed to hit another harshly but fell to the ground. The

"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.

As if chasing for something. The combination of his sweet pleasuring techniques tossed Val to the brink of another powerful, soul-shattering orgasm. Just like his fingers, Val’s hips were moving along as if they were chasing for the same exact thing before their reach. Val was unaware she was moving her hips up and down Chanu’s face as if she was dancing with him to reach that heavenly feeling dangling right in front of her.