Jim Wilder Books Novels & Stories

"Don't gamble with your life just because you're pissed at Kevin! Get rid of that thing from God knows where, now!" I looked at the screen full of warnings and replied, "You're overthinking it. I didn't fight him. Am I the type to vent with violence?" The typing indicator on her end paused for a long time before a new message popped up: "Then how, exactly, did you blow off steam last night?" I replied nonchalantly, "Let's just say... the most primal way." We both fell silent. The underground fight club was a meat grinder with no rules. It was filled with undocumented people with nowhere else to go and abandoned kids who'd been sold off.

My heart did this stupid tumble inside my chest, and it took everything out of me not to run off as I initially planned to do. No. I was going to ruin his day. I had no idea how I would go about that, but I sure as heck would try. I clenched my fists to my sides, the need to beat the trash out of them like I did with Jace, but I had to be realistic here. The Savage–or should I call him by his real name now that we were acquainted?–was an almost-alpha of a rival pack. Hunter was a rogue, making him as unpredictable and unstable as my dad’s love life.

If such themes are not to your taste, feel free to skip this chapter Bianca’s lips parted with a soft, wet smack as she finally pulled away from Damien’s mouth. Her breath was ragged, coming in short, sharp hitches that made her chest heave. The air in the room felt heavy and charged, the kind of heat that usually preceded a summer storm. Damien’s hands weren't gentle; they were fumbling with the zipper of her dress with a desperate sort of hunger. The fabric gave way, sliding down her body in a pool of silk that gathered at her feet like a discarded skin.

She has just gone for a run that it that is all it is. I call my soon to be beta, Bradley since I trust him with my life, I know he was not the best with Kayla to start with but that was only because he did not know who she was, and he thought she was just a horse. Bradley meets me near the forest, and I tell him what has happened and just that we need to find Kayla I have a bad feeling. Bradley suggests that she is just somewhere on the territory, and we head of.

Yes… If I could just reach it… The back doors flew open. “There you are, you sneaky bitch.” I froze. A tall, thin man stood in the doorway. My eyes immediately dropped to the leather cut covering his chest. Wild Ridge. My stomach twisted. No… That couldn’t be right. Either he belonged to the club… Or he’d stolen the cut. He climbed inside and crouched beside me. Before I could pull away, his fist tangled in my hair. I cried out as he yanked me toward him. “Lightfoot’s been looking all over for you,” he sneered. “Wonder how happy he’ll be when I hand over his little hacker whore.”

Wild Addiction volume 2. I never knew true addiction until I met her. I never truly understood what it is to crave, mind, body, and soul—until nothing mattered but fulfilling that craving. Until the only thing that mattered was easing the hollow space inside me. It was there whenever we’re apart. Like a dark hole, it lingered, intensifying until my mind was full of dark spots. Until my mind was full of easy curves, bare before me. Until my desires reflected her, bending at the waist, her pert, little arse in the air, colored red by my palm, the outline of my fingers visible against her pale skin.

Kieran was getting closer to finding the one thing that could kill Daemon, apart from Lilian. “I'll be back.” Wilder excused himself and walked out of the room. He couldn't stand this place as it affected him psychologically too. He knew he wouldn't last a day if he was out in this place. He would have torn his heart out of his chest within the first hour. It was better to be dead than to face this kind of torture.

Her first two books, Thunder Struck and Killer Wave—she picked them up off the table and held them high — they hit the bestseller lists in Australia, and now their new release, Wild Fire, did the same, in addition to making The New York Times list. She held up the new book. “He's going to read an excerpt from Wild Fire today, and I'm telling you it's one of those impossible books. to stop reading. And he will also tell us a little about his creation process and respond to questions. Then, of course, he'll sign the books I know they'll want to buy. So it is because you didn't come here to hear me speak, I'll turn the floor over to Damien Black. She took a step to the side.

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“Wei spotted. He has four men with him. One car only. Two minutes.” Saint clenched his jaw and glanced at Hudson. “Don’t go off the rails too soon.” “Worry about getting the right information from him and I’ll keep myself in check,” he said. “I make no such fucking promises,” Wilder said, his eyes looking feral. “But while we wait for him, why doesn’t Pinocchio masturbate?” I grinned and glanced at him. “Why not, Wilder?” “Forest fires,” he said, threw his head back and laughed loudly. “You know, wood on wood.”