Kristin Hannah New Book Wild Novels & Stories

“I did everything I needed to and managed not to anger Bridezilla in the process. So all in all, it was a success.” “Did she ask about the hen party?” “Yes, she asked about her bachelorette party. I thought she was going to die of shock when I told her I finally booked it.” I grinned, remembering the way her eyes widened. “She couldn’t believe I booked in ten days before she wanted it.” “How did you manage that?” “I might have booked a hotel that Aaron manages the advertising for. I might have name-dropped, and they might have conveniently had a cancellation while we were on the phone.”

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Caden Point of View "Babe, have you read Halsey new book?" I look and I see two girls with colourful hair. Halsey. Fiona. They are both high as fuck. "Halsey writes?" The blue haired girl asks, her eyes glazing over. "Yes. I Would Leave Me If I Could." The yellow haired girl says and I see her pop some pills. Shit. Acid. Fuck. "I'll check it out." Blue hair says and she slams her lips on Yellow hair.

She whispered, her eyes on the floor and on instinct, I used my right hand to tilt her face up. "What's your name?" Eyes wide open in alarm, she stuttered "Lilia." "And where is Dahlia?" "By the river." She muttered. Releasing her, I leaned to whisper in her ear "You're a Kriona, Lilia. Krionas are never afraid, you hear me?" Satisfied when she nodded eagerly, I let her lead the way. I, too, needed a word with the new head of the Kriona community. _________________________________________________________

“No, Erika, I won’t let you make a stupidity!” “Please, let me finish her off!” “You’re not like her, Erika! You’re not like her!” “She made me start this wild revenge! She made me wild! She made me this wild beast you see now! I can’t feel love, I can’t feel gratitude because of her!”

She asks she with crossed arms I guess she's right. "My name is Hanna" I decide to tell her as I give in "Hanna Wilder" she says my name which causes my body to feel tingly all over Whoa. What was that? I stand up straighter to try and hide this feeling. My ex-boyfriend never made me feel like that. "Pretty name" she says as she tucks a strand of her black hair behind her ear Her eyes never stray away from mine as she does so.

Ethan “What do you want instead, Chloe?” he asks. She hugs her arms tighter across her chest. “I just hate the pitch black out here. Can’t I leave a lantern on?” “Because that draws in every critter within a mile,” I mutter. Chloe’s eyes go wide with exaggerated horror. “Critters? Like actual wild animals? What if something attacks me in my sleep?!” Robert gets up, moving to soothe her. “No one’s been bothered by wildlife here in ages. You’ll be perfectly safe. The tent walls are sturdy, and Ethan will be right there with you.”

"I'm going to make this crystal clear to you right now, Misty. Not only do I want to live a better life than you, but I also plan on keeping it this way … forever. "I don't give a fuck about who you are. Since you have the guts to provoke me, you'd better be prepared to get slapped in return." Hannah used to be intimidated by Misty's role as the main female lead in the novel. She was still traumatized by the events she was forced to go through in her past life. At first, Hannah intended to live her new life peacefully and not care about her past life. She'd rather pretend that she never had anything to do with all those people in her past life.

She explains. I honestly didn’t give the camera a second thought after I realized that I forgot it at the barn. I was worried about getting Gabe to the packhouse and then I was busy trying to take care of him while he recuperated. “I also hear that you helped my little girl too.” She beamed at me. Then she grabbed my hand to examine my palm. How did she know? “It’s alright Hannah, you can trust Christine”, Gabe tells me seeing that I am anxious about this conversation. Christine goes on to explain that she works as a researcher for a nonprofit that was established by a coalition of packs in the area.

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!”