La Chica Salvaje Mga Nobela at Kwento

(Xalik) From the moment Caliath had snatched her away from me. I hadn't been able to sleep. The desire to see her, to lie with her, to kiss her satin-soft lips, weaved inside me like a wild tsunami wave. Kalish came to fetch me. “Canara has extracted her horns and is channelling her inner lava. I think even hell is going to excuse itself from the wrath she is going to unload.” I raised my brow at him, and he raised his hands. “Just a heads up that the she-devil is cranky like the Kraken.”

My body could not help but increase the intensity. She was so delicate that my thrusts lifted her off the floor of the bus. Like a light, tiny chick, she was held aloft by me. Her feet were barely touching the floor. I had to hold onto her tightly to keep her from losing her balance. Finally, the girl could not hold back any longer. A soft moan escaped her throat. Our behavior inevitably caught the attention of those around us. They watched the scene in astonishment. An ordinary-looking middle-aged man was doing lewd things to a young girl in the bloom of youth.

As the water touched Salvaxe’s skin, he felt something. Like a shadow crawling up his back. He managed to place the girl on the floor before his body went still. His body locked tight, his muscles seizing into a rigid statue. His eyes remained wide, fixed on the girl he had just pulled from the water, but they were vacant– the light in them dimming like a candle being smothered. The girl on the floor began to cough– a wet, rattling sound– her skin turned a pale purple. This shocked Estrela. Salvaxe did not recover either, his skin going pale yellow as he stood frozen and stiff beside the fountain. Estrela’s body moved to the fountain, her eyes darting between their seizing girl and the froze

At least they were familiar faces in this madhouse. But before I could take a single step toward them, a hand clamped onto mine. I turned, and my breath caught. Kika. Her eyes burned into mine, both her hands wrapped in thick bandages, crutches tucked awkwardly under her arms. How the hell is she even here? I thought, my stomach twisting. I paralyzed her… “Congratulations on becoming the 100th wild cat,” Kika said with a faint smile, her voice surprisingly calm. “Thank you,” I replied, trying to mirror her expression, though my gaze kept drifting to her bandaged arms. She looked like she was barely standing. “I’m really sorry for all this,” I added, gesturing toward her injuries.

She lifted her hand and gave me a final wave. The woman collapsed to the ground in despair. It seemed we had won. I ran toward the light. As long as I escaped the darkness, I could break free from this fate. Her hysterical voice echoed behind me. "If you refuse to be with the male lead I created, then you don’t deserve to be the female lead. Do you really think you can leave?" Oh. I was already halfway into the light. Just one more step, and I would be free. Her mouth fell open in shock.

I whisper, “I love you too!” (Dreaming Ends) I’m woken up by a large fluffy body plopping down on the bed next to me. Opening my eyes I see it’s just Lila. I can feel her exhaustion but also her satisfaction. ‘Goddess we mated for hours I’m exhausted! What did you do to make him that mad?’ “Honestly I didn’t do anything, Lila. We were about to go into our new quarters and I got a flashback of the Beta. Then Tank just lost it on me! I didn’t try to think of Shawn and I can’t control what my mind does, that would be a miracle if I could but I can’t.” She yawns really big and long, “Well all I know is that he went completely beast mode on me, it was crazy! But Goddess I loved it! Listen you can

Before she could even open her mouth, I sped up and strained my ears to find where the noises were coming from. “My lady! You cannot go alone!” Lilana screamed while following me. Lilana was surprisingly agile; maybe it is because she’s young. She tried to match my speed but she couldn’t keep up. I was faster and thus, I lost her. I ran to the direction where I heard the shouts but my legs wobbled as my foot hit a huge tree root. I stumbled and bumped onto a tree making me groan in annoyance. Freaking dead root! “Oh,” I whispered to myself, staring at the body on the ground. Not only one but there are four of them lying unconscious on the snow. It wasn’t a root after all.

Ryan said quietly even as he felt the beast inside him crouch in readiness to attack. “Ow come on don’t be a pussy.” Her short laughter didn’t reach her eyes. “It’s very unattractive to beg. Name’s Camille by the way. And I’m here to fight you.” With that short announcement, Camille opened her palms and pointed all ten fingers towards the ground, releasing very nasty-looking claws. “Oh my god…” Ryan breathed. ***

Because that’s the thing about savage love— It doesn’t ask for permission. It devours. And the night it all began? It was under glittering chandeliers, in a ballroom that smelled of champagne and secrets—the night I first saw Zane Wilde. ---- The ballroom glittered under a cascade of crystal chandeliers, the hum of laughter and clinking glasses weaving a symphony of luxury and power. The air smelled faintly of roses and money, a heady mix that belonged to a world I didn’t often step into.

Smiling softly at the strength that the woman was trying to lend her. It made her heart beat faster; she was beginning to have feelings for the wolf. Candy didn’t look like she would be the affectionate type to Annie, with her wild pink streaked blue hair. Her arms were bare in the tank top she had on, showing arms that were muscular from beating away at her drums. Her shorts didn’t do much to cover up legs that were toned and strong from hours spent running.