No Saint Ria Wilde Novels & Stories

Vivi Fenrir had always been drawn to the wild. As a dedicated wildlife biologist, she believed the remote forests of Wyoming would be her sanctuary—a place where she could escape the pain of her past and immerse herself in the study of the wolves she loves. But when a routine field expedition turns deadly, Vivi finds herself at the mercy of ruthless poachers. Just as her life hangs in the balance, salvation arrives in the form of four impossibly strong men. Xander Wilde, the formidable Alpha of the Wilde pack, and his brothers—Dax, Kane, and Vale—are more than just men. They are powerful wolf shifters, bound by blood and an unbreakable bond. When they rescue Vivi, they are stunned to realize she is their fated mate, the woman destined to complete their lives and their pack. But Vivi's arrival in their world is only the beginning. As she is drawn deeper into their secretive and dangerous lives, she must confront the truth about who she is and the power she never knew she possessed. With poachers closing in and a shadowy enemy threatening the pack, Vivi and her mates must stand together or risk losing everything. In a world where passion is tested and danger collide, can Vivi embrace her destiny and the fierce love of four men who would die to protect her?

Serena Lancaster’s life is in pieces. After a painful divorce, she’s trying to put herself back together. But when a blind date set up by her parents leads her to Myles Voss, her ex-husband’s boss, things take an unexpected turn. Myles is a powerful lawyer by day and a dangerous biker gang leader by night. He’s used to getting what he wants, and right now, he wants Serena. With a past that’s hard to forget, he sees her as the key to gaining everything he’s been after. But as their fake relationship grows, Serena finds herself torn between trust and the fear of being used.

Calla Pierce has loved Miles Bennett, Blackridge High’s golden boy hockey captain for as long as she can remember. So when one reckless summer night finally gives her everything she thought she wanted, she mistakes it for the beginning of something real. She is wrong. By the end of summer, he calls it a fling. By morning, he is back with his perfect girlfriend and Calla is left with a secret that could ruin all of them. Then Ryder Monroe returns. The hockey team’s former power forward, the boy suspended after a violent incident that nearly destroyed Miles, the one everyone calls dangerous. No one expected him to be back at school, but here he is and closer to Calla than she ever imagined. Now she is stuck tutoring the one boy her best friend hates most, the one who watches her like he knows her, the one who doesn’t look at her like she is a second choice. Every challenge feels like a thrilling dare, every touch feels intentional, and every rumor about Ryder starts to feel less like truth and more like manipulation. Then suddenly, Miles wants her attention again, and the truth about last year’s incident is more complicated than anyone knows. Caught between the safe love she has chased for years and the dangerous connection she never saw coming, Calla must decide. Is love supposed to protect you, or ruin you in the best possible way?

Claire was quiet, brilliant, and invisible—until she uncovered the truth that got her murdered. But death was just a transition. She awakens in the body of Clary, her hidden twin sister, a werewolf noble who had chosen poison over a forced marriage to the most feared man in the realm: Alpha Damon. Once a hero, now a bloodthirsty beast, he is a man who seeks a wife only to satisfy a debt of blood. Traded like cattle by the only family she has ever known, Clary—now inhabited by Claire’s soul is thrust into a world of primal laws and brutal instincts.Clary must play the part of the submissive bride to survive, but the Alpha’s touch awakens more than just desire. It unlocks the suppressed memories of a stolen life and a terrifying, rare power her birth parents tried to bury.

My dad has died in a car crash when I'm seven years old. So, my mom marries her first love, Robert Hayes, and integrates me into his family. During the first meal with my new family, Robert announces a newly instated family rule. "From now on, we have to split the bills in this family." Once I eat a piece of steak, Robert tells me to pay him 300 dollars for the meal. I just look at my stepsister, Harper Hayes, who's digging into her meal happily. "Harper ate steak as well. Why didn't you ask her to pay you back, Dad?" "That's because Harper's my biological daughter. I love her, and she has the bloodline privileges," Robert answers. Then, I glance at Mom. So, Robert adds, "Your mom is my wife. I love her, which means she has privileges as well. But in your case, we're not related by blood, nor do we have any ties of affection with each other. I'm not obligated to raise you at all, Maddie."

On the eve of my wedding, my fiance's first love, Sasha Green, ruined my custom-made wedding dress worth a fortune. The gown split open down the back. I had to crouch down and clutched my chest with both hands to keep myself from being exposed. She stood there holding a pair of scissors, looking at me with an innocent expression. "Anthea, I'm really sorry. I used a little bit too much force, and I accidentally ruined your dress. Please don't blame me." My fiance, Gary Dome, immediately went up to her and took the scissors from her hand. His voice was full of concern for her. "Why would she blame you? You were just trying to help trim some loose threads. If anything, it's her fault for being too fat, stretching the dress until it tore." Still crouching on the floor, I watched the two of them behave intimately. My gaze turned cold. The dress was ruined, and so was my dream. It was time to wake up.

Despite a decade of marriage, Simon never once shared my bed, claiming that he had pledged himself to ascetic practices and that it was beneath him. I thought that he suffered from some shameful ailment and guarded his secret like a devoted fool, until my birthday, when I came home to find him entangled with a brothel worker before the floor-length mirror. When I lunged forward in rage, he drove a shard of that broken mirror straight through my heart. When I awoke, I was gripping my phone, its screen illuminating a message Simon had just sent: [I’ll still give you a lavish wedding, but the marriage certificate? That belongs to her.]

I chase my six-year-old daughter out of the house on a cold winter day. I cut her new clothes to pieces and dirty her dainty little face with mud. Then, I give her all my savings. She looks at me tearfully and reaches out for me, wanting me to hold her. However, I harden my heart and push her away, saying, "Leave! Go to Bowen Group and look for their CEO, Logan Bowen. Show him my death certificate and your DNA test—he'll take you in." She sobs while looking at me. "Don't you want me anymore, Mommy? Let's go look for Daddy together." After a brief silence, I say, "I can't go with you. I lied to him back then to have you." Yes, I'm a liar. I orchestrated everything from meeting Logan, dating him, to ultimately leaving him with his child in my womb. Even the death certificate I've given my daughter is fake. From beginning to end, I've lied to him about everything except our daughter.

Fedora Smith was done with love. Finished. Buried. Betrayal had ripped out her heart and torched it—her boyfriend of four years and her best friend of twenty-five caught pants down on the very anniversary sheets she gifted him. And their excuses? “You’re not attractive anymore.” “You took too long to marry him.” Fine. If love was a game, she was rewriting the rules. Now, she runs The Bridal Fix, an elite agency providing fake marriages for a steep price—rent-a-bride services for men needing to fool their families, secure an inheritance, or stage the perfect breakup. Fifteen weddings, fifteen divorces—no strings, no mess. Just business. Until Judah Carlstone. He hires her like the rest—one contract, one wedding, one payday. But Judah asks too many questions. Looks at her too long. And when he smirks and says— "Tell me, Fedora… how does it feel to say ‘I do’ and not mean it?" For the first time in years, she has no answer. Because this was never supposed to feel real.

Two years after we marry, my husband moves his sister and her family into our marital home. The four of them settle down and refuse to leave. So, I quit both my jobs. I laze around at home all day and splurge on various things. I have so many parcels delivered that they pile up by the door. Occasionally, I ask my husband and his sister for allowance. When the management office sends someone to chase for our maintenance fee, my husband breaks down so loudly that everyone in the building can hear him. He asks me whether I've lost my mind—who will support the family if I don't work? How will we survive without money? Am I going to allow our family to starve? So, it turns out he does know that we'll starve without anyone generating income. Why does he and his sister stay at home and plot to take away all my money, then?