Gone Wild Book Novels & Stories

“So that way.” 16B was a much larger section than I expected. Still, it made sense since wolves were always passing down stories to the younger generations, true or not. “Found it,” I said. It took forty-five minutes but I found a book on the Moon Blessed that was not a kid's bedtime story. “When the Goddess becomes a man,” I read out the title. From the cover, I could tell it was still a fiction story for the most part. But it was better than nothing at all.

Fortunately, the book was pocket sized and the trench coat have a big pockets unexpectedly so the book didn't have any damage at their corners. Noel smiled contentedly and started to read the book while he sat down on the sofa in the living room. After page by page that he flipped, he stumbled upon a story titled 'Adventure of Eillan'. The story depicts Eillan as a naughty kid when he's just bad at expressing his emotions. After closing his real self from others for a long time, he decided to embark on his journey of life to find the real him. Surprisingly, he managed to find himself with a help of a golden retriever name Joe.

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But it had happened to the Gray’s; one of the strongest breeds of our kind. Though she had the signature silver blonde hair of a white wolf, Wilda had not turned or showed the signs of turning when she had turned thirteen, as most white wolves did. The situation had been of interest to packs around the Crimson Hills pack that was led by her late father, may the moon goddess rest his soul, and many had thought that perhaps she was a late bloomer.

"Hahaha, we're using a spell from Southwind Asira to transfer all my sickness and bad reactions to you! How else am I supposed to have fun with the ladies later?" Wren added, "This spell is super wicked. Normally, a person can only undergo it once. But you're so tough that you broke the first spell, so we have to do it again. This time, it's going to hurt even more. You might not even make it!" After that, she giggled and cuddled up to Shane. "Now, all your money will be mine, and I can finally be with Shane without any trouble." I finally got the whole picture after listening to their conversation. I glared at them with anger.

Little did I know, the spark was about to become a raging inferno, courtesy of something far beyond the mortal realm. It started on a rainy Friday night. I’d come home exhausted from a long week, my blouse clinging to my skin from the downpour outside. I kicked off my heels, letting them thud against the hardwood floor, and poured myself a glass of merlot. The apartment felt emptier than usual; my last girlfriend had left months ago, citing my “workaholic tendencies” as the reason. Truth be told, I missed the warmth of a body next to mine, the soft curves and whispered promises in the dark. To distract myself, I rummaged through the old box of junk in my closet— relics from my rebellious pha

“Oh, please, Charles, I have so much to do right now and I don’t have the stomach to digest your stupid accusations or lectures. Believe me, that’s something I don’t need.” “How come can you be so cold-hearted? Are you insane? You sent someone to kill people like you had sent him to hunt some bunnies!” “Why don’t you make me a solid, ah?” “Valeria, you’re a damn murde-” “Get the hell out of here if you’re not here to give me solutions!” “You’re crazy! You’re crazy, Valeria!” Then, Charles went out. When he closed the door behind him, Charles gave himself a minute to breathe normally. He was indeed fearing that wild woman, not, she was no longer a woman, she could no longer be a human being…

As he watched the woman dripping with perspiration while carrying the wild pig, he murmured to himself. He said to himself, "I didn't even do anything," as he walked away. The lady jumped into a nearby river. This is the river that she visited the day before, in which she can both drink and wash. "Whoa!" When the man spotted the river, he let out an excited shout. Savannah shrugged her shoulders and then began to clean the pig. She is incredibly skilled as a result of the fact that her brothers previously abandoned her in the wilderness so that she could learn how to survive on her own without depending on them.

// A/N The Juniper Game is a book by Sherryl Jordan that I read when I was in middle school and I still love it today, check it out! **I want to apologize if I upset anyone with the true life things I have added to my book, I understand that mass extinction of any kind is not a matter to be exploited and I hope that is not how it comes across. WIFI NOTE: No worries! I have taken such huge steps with this book thanks in part to all the amazing support I recieve from readers I am NOW officaly a small business with badass WIFI, thank you all for sticking through it with me, cheers to no more WIFI blackouts! and Happy Reading <3

Wyatt pulls out of me just as he orgasms, his come dripping down my bare thigh. He rests his head against my shoulder, trying to steady his rapid breathing. I stare past him at the wall. Four minutes. For four minutes I was happy again. I felt something. I forgot! But now, it's all rushing back. All the pain and the crushing, lonely misery. I have to get up, clean myself, put on my dress and go back out there. I can't escape the truth of the situation. Wilder is gone and I am here at his funeral to mourn him. I am broken and I am lost. Quick sex on a funeral parlor sink isn't going to fix that. Nothing will fix that. I might as well have died with him.