Kristin Hannah Wild Summary Novels & Stories

“Are we going for a billion dollars now? I think that’s what Xavier Hawthorn is worth!” I grimaced when I suddenly felt dizzy, probably because I hadn’t fully recovered. Luckily, Kyle held me up. “Are you okay? Should we go now?” he asked, concerned. “Yeah, let’s end this already,” I replied and raised my number. “$1.5 billion!” Audible gasps filled the room, but the only person I looked at was the woman in a red dress. Her fists were clenched and she seemed to be gritting her teeth. I grinned at her, waiting for her to raise her number again. Yet it never happened.

Hunter chuckled, but thankfully, he didn’t elaborate. Almost two hours later, my hair was finally ready to be rinsed, and the moment I caught sight of it in the mirror, a grin pulled at my lips. The shade of pink was exactly what I wanted—a bright, candy-colored hue that looked like it was ripped straight out of a punk rock fever dream. I ran my fingers through the strands, marveling at the shit this was going to stir. Thick, sticky—and hopefully smelly as fuck. Hunter, meanwhile, leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, a satisfied look on his face. And to my absolute delight, his crimson streak now had a matching pink one right beside it.

I was just the girl sitting in a cramped dorm room, the ceiling light buzzing weakly above me, wrapped in the same hoodie I’d thrown on after class. “Play it again,” I whispered, though no one was there to hear. My thumb trembled as I turned the volume up. The anchor’s voice poured from the tiny screen, calm but cruel, slicing through me with every word. “In a shocking press conference earlier today, billionaire heir Alexander Stone and finance Victoria Blackwell addressed the rumors of an alleged affair and pregnancy. Stone strongly denied the claims, calling them, quote, a desperate attempt at financial extortion.” The clip rolled, and there he was again ,Alex. My Alex.

The start of the next generation of Davenport Sluts p**n career. * * * Kristen masturbates and cums. She gasps and whimpers, savoring the afterglow of another story. She thinks about the story and about Hank just liked to watch. Kristen thinks there's a story there. Yes, yes, what if Carter fucks Hank's mom as he watches. It's almost enough. Almost. And he fucks his aunt, too. Yes! Kristen has her next story.

"I didn't want to. I tried not to. But I do." His arms tightened around her. "Say it again." "I love you." "Again." She laughed through her tears. "I love you, Drake Montenegro." He kissed the top of her head and held her like he would never let go. --- They spent the rest of the morning on that bathroom floor, talking about nothing and everything. She told him about her childhood, about her parents who had died when she was nineteen, about the years she spent working three jobs to put herself through college. He told her about his father, a cold man who had built the Montenegro empire and then handed it to Drake like a curse. He told her about the loneliness of wealth, the way people always

Vivian was behind the bar, moving fast, her dark hair tied up in a messy knot, cheeks flushed as she poured drinks and flirted her way through tips. “Hey, Viv,” Rose called as she slid behind the counter. “You can head out. I’ve got it from here.” Vivian looked up, relief lighting her whole face. “You are an absolute angel.” Her voice dropped as she leaned in, eyes sparkling. “You just missed the most sinful man I have ever seen in my life.” Rose snorted, grabbing a cloth and wiping down the counter. “That’s a low bar in here.” “I am serious,” Vivian insisted, fanning herself dramatically. “The president of the Road Wolves. The way that man looked at me…” She paused, hand pressing to her che

Cassie lets out the loudest scream imaginable. “THIS IS THE LIFE!” she yells dramatically while sticking her hand into the air. I’m laughing so hard at this point my stomach hurts. She keeps recording every second like a full-time influencer. The driver even laughs quietly from the front seat. Cassie continues talking nonstop the entire ride, hair blowing wildly everywhere while R&B blasts through the speakers. She asks about Blake, and I tell her that I promised Hardin never to speak of him again, and that I’ve blocked him everywhere. It’s sad, but it’s for his own good. I don’t want to be the reason something bad happens to him.

"I don't mean to snatch away Tana's dream to become a rich person. I'm just afraid Luke will fall for the wrong person. So, I set Luke up, put aphrodisiacs in his drink, so we ended up making love that night. And I'm pregnant." "Enough! You don't have to go on!" Tristan refuses to listen again, but his mother quickly grabs his hand to hold him back. "You have to hear my story to the end!" "What for?!" Tristan snapped. "Why would I listen to your stupid story, mom?" Tristan tried hard to shake off his mother's grip. "After I became pregnant with Sanders, Luke was forced to marry me. And I went back to Tana, telling her that I would return all the treasures that should belong to her at all cos

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.

It's the first time She thought a smile was that beautiful. “Gareth” She whispered mindlessly. “Huh!?” Ethan asked, confused. “Gareth, Gareth” Winter scurried away towards Gareth's office yelling his name- like a crazy person begging to let her marry the president of Zimbabwe. Her fragile heart couldn't handle such a situation and the best way was to run away if such a moment occurs- for the sake of her heart.