Laura Ingals Wilder Books Novels & Stories

Annie looked among the scuffed bookshelves of the used bookstore they had decided to check out. Fingers trailing over the pastel-colored spines as they browsed through the parenting books. She knew that she should feel excited about the triplets, but the more she thought about it.

Kayla chuckled. "It seems you may very well be one of the sanest rogues we have, my dear Wildling." She raised her head, acknowledging my presence, a devious smile on her lips and I grinned, flashing my fangs. "Hey, Kayla." I greeted, admiring her youthfulness. You wouldn't believe it if they told you that Caleb was her pup. She was petite and so full of life, I made it my mission to piss Caleb off by calling him her uncle.

I say, and he smirks. "You sought me out, Adahleene." He tsks, and I freeze. "I didn't. Leave." I say, mind reeling. "Easy," He says, hands crossed, with a persistent smile. "Before you call your sugar daddy, listen to me. I am Wilder, and you did seek me out, Flower. A part of you, your mind recognized it, and falted, seeking me out, hence, here I am." I stare at him, saying nothing, hoping he explains what this is, or I'll scream bloody murder, faster than he can say Flower.

Serial, standing beside them, listened with the air of someone who didn’t care—though the subtle stillness in her posture said otherwise. “Well,” Ava began, her tone dripping with disdain, “you see, that girl was abducted… and the next thing we hear, she’s been given the title of the Triplets’ Wild Cat. A spot,” her voice sharpened, “that every single girl in this room has been fighting to claim for years.” There was no mistaking the flash of anger in her eyes. “But… I don’t think the triplets’ master would actually do that, right?” Lila asked cautiously.

"I'll give you a hand. I have nothing else to do." "Well, pick up a book and start reading," Laura said and Mark passed her a heavy, leather-bound book with faded writing on the front. "If there is anything even remotely useful in it then it goes on the pile by the staircase, if it's not useful it goes on the pile by the window." There was only one obvious pile: the one by the window. It was stacked high with books that Laura and Mark had looked through and found to be unhelpful. Indianna made her way to a chair and sat down, opening the book. She looked around at the library and swallowed. There were thousands of books. Was it possible that one of them had something that could help them?

I did manage to find a neighborhood group of friends when I was eight, but they only lasted for a year before I wasn’t allowed to play with them anymore. Like many kids at the time, my siblings and I spent a lot of time alone without supervision. I always prefer to think of the great adventures we had. Our parents being gone left us to our own imagination. We were the wild kids in the neighborhood. We camped at the local playground all night, we went looking for ghosts at the local creek, and we build a fort under a tree that we buried treasure under. I loved to tell my children about being wild and free as a child, but there was a price that I paid for this freedom. One of the prices that w

Laura: I’ve always been good at pretending. At school, I’m the quiet girl who gets straight A’s and smiles politely when teachers praise me. At home, I’m Daddy’s little helper—setting the table, folding laundry, saying “yes, sir” when he asks me to do something. But inside my head? It’s a different story. Lately, the thoughts won’t leave me alone.

" Under the cloak of night, the children and I followed Ethan onto a private jet. Our journey led us to a secluded canyon nestled in the Northwood mountains, known as Silver Moon Valley. Apprehension filled me as the cabin door opened. Being human, I feared rejection from the wolfkins. To my surprise, the door revealed a welcoming committee, arms laden with flowers. A venerable woman with silver locks, the clan's esteemed healer, approached and tenderly examined the children. "Praise be to the Moon Goddess. We are graced with the healthiest pups in a century," she said. Joyous cheers erupted as the clan showered me with gifts. Ethan, with a comforting arm around me, whispered, "Our people ho

“Nobody can read minds. That’s not a real thing.” But I know that isn’t entirely true. I’ve seen the bond Lyra and Wilder share—the way they constantly seem to be aware of what the other one is thinking and feeling. I wouldn’t call it mind-reading exactly, but there’s something magical going on there. And if Wilder can do it, a Moon Drinker can certainly do it.

Elias pulled his hand away fast, leaving me aching and empty. I yanked my sweater down and pressed my back harder against the shelf, trying to steady my breathing. My heart hammered like it wanted out of my chest. “Stay right there, Lila,” he whispered. His voice was low, tense. I heard him move carefully through the dark, footsteps quiet on the tile. Another crash echoed from somewhere deeper in the stacks. Like something knocking over a small pile of books. I held my breath. Elias stopped moving.