Gonewild Story Novels & Stories

She had a beautiful body to die for. She kicked wildly, flailing her arms, but she was no match for their strength. Would they rape her here on the chapel floor? Tears gathered in her eyes as they shoved her clothing up over her hips. They turned her to the right and fingers touched her hip, right where the mark rested. Oh nay. She bowed her head as tears of defeat slipped down her cheeks. “ ’Tis her!” one of them said excitedly. He was instantly shoved aside as the leader bent over to examine the mark for himself.

It was evening already and a flurry had begun, droplets of snow falling on and around them as they sat by the fire outside with Adam roasting two thick marshmallows using a long skewer. As for today, her ankle had prevented them from doing any more outdoor adventure, but that hadn't stopped the man from keeping her entertained. He'd blistered her senses with five orgasms from two fuck sessions, then they'd talked about their favourite movies, music genres, and more. After that they'd had an enjoyable time preparing dinner together -the cooking on him, of course. He'd told her fun, amusing anecdotes of his brother, friends, extreme sports and the people he'd met while doing it. Tales that had

She excels at driving me wild. "Show me your tongue," she commands, and I obey without hesitation. Swiftly, she positions herself, offering her womanhood to my mouth. It feels as though I am a traveler, arriving in the desert and eagerly tasting the sweetness of her nectar. Her wildness intensifies, accompanied by her passionate moans and naughty words. It's evident that my manhood is standing tall. Suddenly, my manhood thrusts into her womanhood, and we both cry out in ecstasy.

He was Blake Andrews. And no girl—especially not Amelia Thompson was going to get under his skin but the funny thing was she wasn't even trying to get under his skin. He would try everything within him not to lose control but as he walked back inside, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was already losing control.

She couldn’t help but notice that it was much larger than most crows she had seen. As she studied the bird, she realized it was studying her too. “Hello bird.” She said and it dipped its head. Annie looked around making sure the area was clear and no one saw her talking to a bird as if she had finally gone mad. “Some night, huh?” She put her hands on the bench and leaned back, “I never thought things would turn out like this, you know. Growing up I figured I’d meet someone fall in love, then we’d do the kid thing. Not that I’d get knocked up by my sister’s ex, then fall in love with a werewolf that says she has two mates. One of which is me.” The bird cawed and Annie smiled. It was almost as

“Yeah, she is. Absolutely.” THE END. HOPE YOU ENJOYED THE STORY AND PLEASE LEAVE A FEEDBACK. NEVER FORGET LOVE CAN BE BORN OUT OF AN ADDICTION.

Before anyone could answer, two smaller voices cut through the hush. “W.I.L.D.,” Kael piped up, his tiny fists clenched with the seriousness only a child could summon. Everyone turned, eyes darting to the twins where they stood next to their Auntie E. Liora stood up straighter, her curls bouncing as she declared, “It means We Inspire Love Daily.” Her little voice trembled with passion, but it struck truer than any weapon. “Daddy told us. That’s what being W.I.L.D. really is. We don’t stop loving, even when it’s scary. We don’t stop fighting, even when it hurts.”