Gone Wild Stories Novels & Stories

HILLIAN'S POV My father stood near the grand entrance of the estate, his personal assistant double-checking the locks on his leather luggage for a week-long corporate trip abroad. Everything was falling into place far too conveniently. With my father out of the country for seven full days, the entire house and the upcoming plans were completely wide open. I leaned against the heavy wooden pillar near the doorway, watching him carefully adjust his silk tie in the wall mirror. The question had been burning in the back of my mind for weeks, and I could no longer suppress it.

“How exactly is this supposed to help me get my wolf?” Callum tapped a finger against the hard cover. “It’s got stories—legends, really—about people who lost their wolves and found a way to get them back, other of wolfless getting there wolf in the goddess’s favor. If I remember right, there are three different accounts. None of it’s guaranteed, but I figured you’ve already tried the usual routes. Journaling. Triggering traumatic memories. Those ridiculous fake rituals that don’t actually exist.” “They don’t exist?!” I hissed, my grip tightening on the book.

Two couples share a wild night out in the wilderness. Enjoy. ************* Camping holds a special place in my heart. I grew up in the Pacific Northwest and spent many a summer night camping outdoors with my family. During my college years, my friends and I would sometimes spend days at a time out in the wilderness, hiking, fishing, drinking heavily, and usually smoking quite a bit of weed. Those were some of the best days of my life, and some of the most memorable nights. Off the top of my head, I can rattle off at least a dozen hilarious stories from those trips, the kind my friends and I never tire of retelling when we get together. But none of those camping stories even remotely compares

I didn't know what kind of contract had been attached to it, but there were so many words that I didn't even want to read it. "Then just write down both your names and mine, and it's all done," Jared said, still on the line with me. I immediately scrolled to the final page of the document and filled in the blanks as quickly as I could. Suddenly, Jared began to chuckle under his breath. I genuinely still couldn't understand how his temperament could change so easily like that. All of a sudden, my computer shook violently, and its screen turned pink. Then, I heard a robotic female voice say, "Congratulations on completing the contract mission! You have successfully formed a bond with your targ

the young man began. Lana immediately felt a longing for that story, so she listened to Andrew. "Really?" she uttered with amusement. Smiling, Andrew spoke again, though his vision was focused on the road. "Rhyza and I were in a restaurant then, we were eating when I saw Andrea with Marius in a donut store. I found her so beautiful. I also noticed the similarities of her hair with yours, but I forced myself to forget about it. I immediately removed that thing from my mind. I'm not familiar with what they say a leap of blood. But it looks like that's what happened to me with Andrea. That is why I decided to follow you. So, I tracked down where you live and where you work. I have to admit that

, she snapped. "Aww, here I was, thinking you're just an uncaring cold-hearted bitch", she side-hugged her while they both chuckled and the temperature dropped again. "Fuck, I've got to get this shit fixed soon" "I agree but I still can't believe you believe in that news thing. Just wait and watch the conspiracies that rise with this new "mysterious creature" thing tomorrow", Rita drawled. "Yeah right, so when do I meet this prince you've been talking about?", Belle asked, jumping on the overly comfortable bed right after Rita.

He nodded. "And many many years later, somewhere in a village in Moscow, a sixteen year old Mikhail who had a pet wolf asked the moon goddess for strength to defeat the nightwalkers." He added and I scowled. He'd gotten the gist of how werewolves were created but he'd said it like he was amused by the whole concept. I wanted to ask him what he knew about Unnaturals but decided against it. What you don't know cannot kill you. "Thank you for the story." I whispered and taking one last glance at me, he answered in Italian. "I wish the answer to the mystery ahead was a story."

Only then did I notice the hands gripping at my feet. “You will never be forgiven!” “You will never be forgiven!” I tried to call out for help yet no matter how I screamed at the top of my lungs, no sound came out of my mouth. I waved my hands, searching and finding anything I could hold onto to stop myself from being dragged deeper into the darkness. Yet no matter what I did, the hands continued to claw and pull me deeper. I… I couldn’t breathe… Am… Am I going to die? **

I am just hanging there, a bridge of flesh between four predators. This is wild. It’s not a romantic dance, it’s a complete takeover. Silas and Kael are moving in accordance, their heavy balls hitting my clit with every thrust. Prime is treading deep in my ass, his pace slow and grinding, making sure I feel every inch of him. The Feral is taking my mouth with a crazy, animal energy.

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