Gone Wild Stories Novels & Stories

Every time I thought I was at my limit, Kade would whisper something cruel in my ear, or Brian would deliver a spank that reignited the fire in my blood, and I’d find a second wind. By mid-afternoon, I was lying splayed out on the rug, my legs shaking uncontrollably. I was covered in a film of their cum, my skin tacky and smelling of musk. The sheer stockings were torn, and the maid’s apron was hanging by a single string. Kade walked over and stood between my spread legs, looking down at me like I was something he’d found on the bottom of his shoe. "You're holding up better than I thought," he admitted, his voice a low rumble. "But we’re only halfway through day three. Brian and Ken have som

Stranded, no rules? Thea laughed, sipping her water. “Wild. You gotta get creative to survive.” Jon raised an eyebrow, sitting beside her. “Creative, huh? Sounds like a story.” Adam grinned. “Let’s just say we kept each other… entertained.” Nate chuckled. “Oh, I bet. Spill it.” Thea leaned back, a familiar sparkle in her eyes. “What happens on a deserted island stays on the island, right?” Jon’s gaze darkened, intrigued. “Not always. I’m into stories like that. Ever try an orgy? Threesomes, foursomes… gets the blood pumping.”

I sold that nightmare-filled house and used the remaining money to open a small bookstore, specializing in books on women's self-defense and legal aid. Cara quit her job to help me. We weren't rich, but life was peaceful. Sometimes, ladies would come into the store and cry. I'd pour them a cup of tea, just as Cara did for me. And despite what I lost, my life wasn't empty. I eventually adopted a two-year-old girl with eyes as bright as the stars. I named her Hope. I wanted her to know to never lose hope. The evil would always be punished. My nightmare was over. Destiny had collected every debt owed to me, down to the last cent.

Forever. End of book 36

“You know you can tell me anything. Just say it.” “Okay.” My voice shook. “I’ve never been satisfied with normal sex. Vanilla stuff… it doesn’t work for me. I need something rougher. Primal. I like being chased. Hunted. I get off on the fear, the loss of control, being treated like prey and fucked hard. That’s why all my relationships fell apart after a month. No one could give me what I really wanted.” Micah’s eyebrows rose, but he stayed quiet, listening. “I found this underground club called the Provocative Playground. It’s a primal play space with a maze. You choose to be prey or predator. I always chose prey… and I always chose sex. I’ve been going there for months to get what I need.”

We never went back to normal, and honestly, none of us wanted to. That wild night changed us all. Some secrets don’t destroy you, they open doors you never knew existed. The End

After a disgraceful scandal, Nina had no choice but to leave her town. She had to start a new life. Build new dreams and keep living. But this time, she decided to challenge nature and prove the words "No man is an Island" wrong. It's not possible for everyone, but she knew she was different. And as she wants to explain herself, her case is really not something people would be open-minded to accept and welcome. But what can she do? It runs in the family. Her ancestors, her parents, and everyone else with the same dilemma had tried every possible way to redeem themselves, but to no avail. Some became feral and out of control. Some made it to be discreet but suffered so much. She is the last a

“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.

However, we are wild beings, with an insane hunger and need for freedom, it is imposible to cage us, we are the definition of wild, trying to supress our wolves has never ended well for us, It could be like a split personality, the wolf in us, it takes time to merge, it gets harder and painful if we try to supress it, and unlike myths, we do not need to kill to activate it, because contrary to popular belief, it is not a curse, but a gift, a blessing. "Hi," I hear, and turn my gaze to the person, I see a young woman. "Hello." I smile at her, her eyes widening. "Hi," She smiles, then chuckles with embarassment at her repetition, I just stare at her with renewed interest, waiting as she ges he

I recently completed my second book “Going Rogue” (Gina’s Story) and will soon be returning to Rieka and Aleksandr’s story to pick up where we left off. If you haven’t already please check out Gina’s story and give it a review. It didn’t get nearly as much attention as this one, and I’d love to see it get enough reviews to show a rating on the info page.