Kristen Ashley Wild Man Novels & Stories

"It is none of your business what I wear, you no longer care, and are not my boyfriend." "Because I broke up with you doesn't mean I don't care, Addie." He snaps and my insides melt, but is shortlived when the door opens and Cyprus comes out. "Well, well, if it isn't the famous Lycanthrope - Alexandru Conri, and his cursed mate - Adaline Volkov, or shall I say, my ex-girlfriend." I am on guard, hatred flowing through me. "Ashley is pregnant, Asshole." I snap.

I mean, training three times a week pays off, it could make any woman get on her knees doing the dirty on me if I asked. She was still staring so I ignored her. I womfearfearlessre fearless areas, daunting, and capable of stating what I want. That blonde chick was definitely out of it. Although she has a nice and sexy body with legs that caaroundoaroundist. Looking away from her when I got a text from Jason, my best friend. Jason: "Ashton, heyyyy... I am in one of those booths in the club". I didn't bother replying to him. Knowing Jason, he must be shoving his tongue down a chick's throat.

I knew this guy was as creepy, he gave me Creep vibes but I didn’t think he was crazy too. “You don’t have-“ I don’t get to complete my words. "Ashley! Are you in there? Open the door.” Colton’s voice comes blazing into the room. My eyes widened dramatically as soon as I heard his voice. “Ashley!” “In here.” I screamed before Tyler could even think of doing anything. The man in question begins to panic, knowing he has already been caught. “J-just say that everything is fine. Say that you like me too. Everything will be alright after then. You just have to.” The door lock clicks, Colton must be unblocking it.

Richard Stone didn’t need to shout to be scary,his silence spoke louder than most men’s anger. "Cold feet?" he asked, adjusting his tie in the mirror beside me. "I'm fine." "No, you're not." He turned to face me fully, his steel-gray eyes boring into mine. "You're thinking about being noble. About telling the truth. About throwing away everything our family built for some girl you barely know." "I know her well enough" "You know nothing." His voice cut like a blade. "You spent one night with a desperate woman who saw an opportunity and took it. That's not love, Alexander. That's biology."

It wasn’t every day I got to see the Savage himself at one of these races. I tilted my head skyward, spotting rows upon rows of werewolves lining the rooftops of the buildings–the onyx sky dappled with the brilliant glow of their eyes. It was a kaleidoscope of color as they peered around, leaving warped, mystical shapes in their wake. My attention snagged toward a woman standing a few people to our left, raising her candy-red blouse and flashed her chest toward the bikers. Her shrill voice carried over the crowd despite the noise as she shouted, “Savage! Hey Savage! Look here, baby!”

she said, her voice quieter now, “I’m totally turning our future kids into ninja assassin snack bandits. These three have nothing on what I’m gunna train.” He groaned. “Why are you like this?” “Because peace is boring,” she whispered, a soft grin curling her lips. “And I am W.I.L.D., baby.” Later That Night The moon hung low in a sky stained copper, casting a dusky hue over a cracked, hollow valley. Smoke coiled like serpents through the air, and ash fluttered down like broken feathers. Serenya stood barefoot in the center of it all, the ground beneath her still warm, still bleeding from something ancient and unspoken.

She shrieked, her hand scorched black. Her scheme had backfired. However, Wendy was not done. She brandished a USB drive like a weapon. "I've got a video of Chloe's betrayal right here! Time for everyone to see her for who she really is!" She dashed for the projector and jammed the USB in. The screen flickered to life. Sure enough, there was a couple on the bed. However, the woman was not me. It was Wendy, and the men kept changing. The room went from silent shock to roaring laughter.

The air in the small room was suddenly too hot, thick with the leftover scent of her own perfume and the lime from the tequila shots. A deeper thrust followed, and then Lena heard it. A breathless, high-pitched female whimper. He wasn't alone. The realization hit her like a physical blow to the stomach. She knew he had women. He was Caleb Maddox. He could have anyone he wanted with a single look. But hearing it was different. Hearing the way he sounded when he was inside someone else made Lena’s vision blur. Her hand drifted under the sheet, resting on her stomach as she stared at the dark ceiling.

Branches and bushes snag at my clothes as I sprint off the marked trail into the dense woods. “Chloe!” Ethan shouts behind me. His heavy footsteps crash through the undergrowth in pursuit. I push harder, lungs burning, not caring where I’m going or what I crash into. I just need to get away. A small clearing appears ahead. I risk a glance over my shoulder and see him closing the distance. Deep down, I know he won’t stop. The moment I reach the grass, a heavy weight slams into me from behind. I scream, kicking and flailing as I try to twist away. His strong hands flip me onto my stomach and yank my backpack off.

Well, it must be because of the aphrodisiac. My body ached all over, especially my arm, where I had stabbed it. Once the grogginess lifted and my mind felt clearer, I pushed myself up to sit and checked if my bag was nearby. It was—placed neatly on the table beside the bed. I reached out and picked up my phone. The first thing I saw when I swiped up the lock screen was a social media post. WOW_SHOCKING: [Did Actress Antonette Madonna and CEO of Salvatore Corporation, Vercel Salvatore, break up?]