Chasing Wild Book Novels & Stories

“Let’s begin again.” And under the quiet stars, we stood together— Not who we were. But who we’d become. The End. Thank you for reading Chasing His Ex-Wife Back. New story Alert. Synopsis; In a world where possessive and powerful men rule, they can be arrogant, ruthless, and cruel. This world, Emily Greenfield exits in.

Right now I was in the library, it’s funny because I had never seen Chase there before, or even had his guards over here. I was reading a book, it was about two teenagers who fell in love and hid it from everyone, they had the perfect secret love and it was going well, until someone ruined it. A common friend but somehow they found themselves again, and I was in the chapter where he yearned for her so much that he travelled just to see her. The female main character was one that was quiet and reserved, she didn’t move with everyone, she was labeled but someone they found each other. I loved their slow burn, I loved how they found themselves even when someone tried to ruin them, it was so swe

I finish my dinner before diving into the book. The room gets darker after a while and I begin to realise that night has fallen. Sometimes I hear howls erupting from the outside but I’m able to ignore them. Growing up with wolves makes you used to their ways. I’m about halfway with the book when I go take another shower, getting dressed once again in one of Chase’s t-shirts. Then I scamper into bed, taking hold of the books once again. Somewhere through the reading and hearing of howls, I drift off into slumber.

Like a ghost that had haunted me and then vanished into thin air. Eyeing the street, my heart seemed aflame. It wasn't just beating, it was burning. It was urging me to move, to run wildly forward, even though I didn't know where I was going. I didn't understand why I was doing this. Why was I chasing the man who had bought me? Why was I running after the beast who had taken my innocence? All I knew was that the feeling was so profound, so deep in my bones, that it made me want to cry. It made me want to keep running non-stop, refusing to halt until I found the scent of cedar and wild fur again.

Elias pulled his hand away fast, leaving me aching and empty. I yanked my sweater down and pressed my back harder against the shelf, trying to steady my breathing. My heart hammered like it wanted out of my chest. “Stay right there, Lila,” he whispered. His voice was low, tense. I heard him move carefully through the dark, footsteps quiet on the tile. Another crash echoed from somewhere deeper in the stacks. Like something knocking over a small pile of books. I held my breath. Elias stopped moving.

Like a cunning beast, he vanished straight into the dense forest. "Chase him! Don't let him get away!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. In a heartbeat, the guards shifted into massive gray wolves, their roars echoing through the night as they bolted after the fleeing figure. I stood frozen for a moment, my legs trembling from the surge of adrenaline pumping through me. Without my wolf spirit, I couldn't navigate the treacherous terrain of the forest, let alone join in that vicious, primal hunt. There's no way I'm giving up now. My eyes darted around, scanning the terrain as my mind raced. This mountain only had two paths—one through the dense forest where they were being chased, and the othe

In her hands, she held a very beat-up copy of ‘Of Mice and Men. “Oh, Harriet! Thank you!” I squeezed my best friend before clutching the book to my chest. She grinned at me before she turned back to run back to where Matt was. I found my feet leading me back towards the creek. Away from the burned buildings, away from the chard remains of the carnival, and away from the dead. The thought of the packhouse was suffocating on a carefree regular day. Now there was over three times the amount of people shoved in there. For some reason, I felt like the creek was where I should be, like something in my gut was pulling me there.

Would someone dare hurt her in her brother’s territory? I almost trip on a branch in my hurry, but I catch myself in time, bringing me back to reality. As I walk deeper into the woods, my brain cannot help but wonder… where the hell is Wilda headed? Why does she have this much power over me? Why can't I seem to escape thoughts of her?

Wilbur's footsteps made crunching noises in the snow, and he had hidden his aura to prevent being spotted by other cultivators. He was in the middle of hunting for prey in the woods when an adult deer came charging toward him. Wilbur dodged quickly to the left, just in time to hear a series of rushed galloping sounds. Wilbur scrambled to hide behind a tree, and just half a minute later, a few people could be seen chasing after the deer on their horses.

He was so close to her now and not only could she smell the faint scent of his cologne, but she could feel the heat radiating from his body. No, she immediately snapped of whatever spell he had on me. Her senses seemed to come back to her as she took a step back. She needed him far away. Even though his touch felt soothing, she still needed to escape. She thought she had the courage to do this before, but she just couldn’t. She couldn’t let a stranger defile her. A man she hardly knew to take away the one thing she owned. Evie grabbed the bra from beneath me and dashed for the door. But he caught her wrist. His touch sending sparks down her spine.