La Chica Salvaje Novels & Stories

"But the forest… it saved me." Bianca leaned closer, curiosity gnawing at her. "How? What do you mean it saved you?" "Through a woman," he said slowly, "a strong woman. Her name was Larisa. But that's not her only form. She is also Lápatasodará Vàlká." Bianca's breath caught. Her eyes widened. "Larisa and Lápatasodará Vàlká… are the same person?" "Yes." He leaned in, his whisper sharp as a dagger. "And she doesn't just appear in flesh. She comes in voices, in shadows, in the places between. She helps the stranded but her help is never free."

Laura said in her mind and wiped her tears. She thinks of a way to save this new pack, she will make them raise again. She closed her eyes and force herself to sleep. * The next day. Laura was waken up by a lot of noises, she checked the floor and Aiden was not there, the noise was loud enough that she couldn't ignore, she stood up and went outside to see everyone been chased by a giant tiger. He was hungry and has attacked a small girl who was screaming for help, Aiden was trying hard to save the girl leaving so much scratches on his face.

It was dead of the night. The streetlights were flickering away. Everything was quiet and tranquil until suddenly the rumbling sound of several bike engines was heard which was accompanied by several rogue male voices shouting profanities. There was one bike in the forefront, driven by a girl. She seemed hurt and very disoriented. Her bike was not steady. The bike was going zigzag without any pattern. There was blood all over her torso. Blood dripped down on the road making a red trail behind her. Her vision was blurring out from excessive loss of blood. But by sheer determination, she drove the bike as steadily as she could and as fast as she could. She knew help was on the way. All she had

"Yo...you're gift...please...release my arm..you're hurting me...please...please..." "What the hell are you talking about? What gift?" "The gift that you've left ...on the bed!" "I don't know what you're talking about! I order you to remove this now ! That's indecent! " "But that's n..." " Grrrrrrr! You're starting to get on my nerve! " Larry dragged Lydia towards the bed , and she suddenly fell. He climbed on top of her , holding her chin. "Let me go! " "Beg me ."

Dolly asks panting as and struggled. “ She_ she couldn't make it!” Chesa responded near tears, helping her to push, the eerie screams coming from the forest behind them gave her the boost she needed. “ Do you know how to ride this thing?” Chesa asks, right after they managed to get the bangka offshore. “ On second thought please do!” she begged immediately when one of the zombies made it out of the forest. The sunlight stops it in its tracks as it shrieks erratically and falls crawling on the ground. The pools of dark viscose sand force their way out of its eyes forming the scars that form around the voids that replace its eyeballs.

When I closed my eyes, I quickly drifted to sleep. When I opened my eyes, darkness greeted me. My body couldn’t move and I couldn't speak either. “Liliana.” I felt a cold wind on my neck after hearing someone call my name. “You must have thought you could run away from me.” That same familiar eerie smile made me gulp. “You belong to me. You’re mine. How could you do this to me?” I felt his cold and rough hand on my neck. His smile grew wider. “I love it when you look at me with fear in your eyes. It gives me excitement. I love you so much, Liliana.” He moved closer to me, his smile made me shiver but I couldn’t move away.

"I'm a quick learner, kind of similar to a photographic memory if I see something enough times and concentrate hard enough. It's not always that easy, though. Usually never that easy. I mean, I can remember any recipe after I cooked it once and I graduated top of my class from Rice University, but I never tried any type of fighting, so I didn't know it would happen. Plus, I told him I had it, and I asked him not to get mad, but I should have known he would because technically, he never actually said he wouldn't, I just assumed and—" She suddenly snapped her mouth shut and folded her arms tightly across her chest. The movement drew my eyes to her breast, two tiny mounds barely visible under h

Andre's POV "What?" She rolled her eyes. "To show my deepest apologies, I'll be helping you with reviving your ranch. Just tell me what you need help with." Her words came out like it was definite and I had no choice. I stared at the lady in front of me. She was different from the woman I met back then. Still cold but crazy has been added to the list. There's no way she expected me to take her up on her offer. "What are you apologizing for? You didn't do anything."

“But do you know her? She is a fragile girl.” “I beg your pardon? Christine fragile?” Chase snorted. “Are we talking about the same girl? The girl on the island with me, who took on a predator to get us something to eat while I couldn’t move.” He glared at the surprised Lance. “The same girl who saved my life when I was penned down by a heavy log. That same girl almost broke her back to get me out of that situation while a storm raged around us.” He turned around to face Lance.

Her breasts were small, like inverted saucers, but her nipples were as big as doorknobs and each was surrounded by wide, dark areolae. ‘Say hello to everyone,’ Malcolm said. ‘Hi, guys,’ she said. Her accent was American. She walked over to the sofas and curled herself up next to Malcolm. ‘This is Liza,’ he said. ‘I’m Liza,’ she agreed. ‘I pick up a lot of strays in my job,’ Malcolm said, looking at Clare. ‘I saved this one from a whiteslaver, didn’t I, honey?’ ‘You sure did.’ ‘A what?’ Clare said in astonishment.