Persona Wild Cards Novels & Stories

I know she is wild. She is not the kind of girl who would pretend about many things. I have seen girls who would pretend they do not like things but only to make the guy chase them, offering to do anything or everything, just to get what the guy wants. Lisa is never like that. She is vocal in saying what she likes and doesn't. She is frank but is also quick to apologize when she notices her faults and admits them. She must have felt aroused by rubbing my cock on her ass crack while she was worrying about dorm rent. I wanted to ease her mind, so I bothered her. And I was also thinking I could really help her earn at least a few bucks if we get it uploaded on a legit site or on a few to multip

It's just one more of the many things that I can't stand about her. “So, I know your Grandpa's name is Mick and your grandma was Elizabeth. Those are normal names. Where did Isolde come from?” Wyatt wonders. "It's not exactly your run-of-the-mill name." “Mick doesn't have a middle name. Just Mick Harlow. Grandma was Elizabeth Rose, named after her grandmother. So she named mom after Mick's much beloved grandmother Isolde and her grandmother Annalisse. So then Isolde Annalisse had us. She started with Wilder Tristan. She once told me she chose Tristan from the story Tristan and Isolde, but she thought the story guy was boring and needed to be 'spiced up' so she added Wilder. He was a 'Wilder'

It frustrated me that he thought me so little of me that he was convinced I was unable to make my way to the dinning hall. I stepped forward, Vycer's hands locked into mine. I hated that feeling. The feeling of interlaced fingers. Every part of my body wanted to rip my hand from his yet, I also found the warmth of his palms soothing, settling. So much different from the icy embrace that he sported just a day earlier. It very much reminded me of Jace. How he, and his people, always felt warm. It didn't matter what group of Wild Ones I encountered on my travels because they all emitted the same warmth. As if they could channel the heat of the sun into their hands. I had never met anyone who co

“Um, I have an extra pair—I’m not trying to be nice or anything! I just—” Dr. Brown beams at me. “Thank you. But I’m getting them cleaned today. But that’s really generous of you.” I stick my hands in my pockets, feeling awkward for my sudden outburst now. “Yeah, sure. Whatever.” I do help myself to some of the chicken patties because I’m starving. Dr. Brown hands me a cup of tea, “So, how are you finding Mistfall Wilderness Camp?” “Awful.” Her lips curve, “How come?”

The Winter Paris Competition is over and I can finally relax. With Tanya Pennington named the winner, I can finish out the remainder of my Model Perfect contract and be away from the spotlight. All eyes are on Tanya Pennington and her girlfriend, Lucia Perez. Tanya is the first lesbian to become a model girl winner for Model Perfect. All social media platforms are buzzing with the news. As for me, I am glad it's all turning out the way it needs to.

Hazel said hesitantly. "That is my dream guy's card!" Mandy grabbed Hazel's arm and started shaking it. It was obvious that she was not going to stop until she got what she wanted. Hazel sighed and took Zac's credit card from the room. Mandy took the card and looked at it carefully. The surface of the card was silver and black, and in the middle of it was a low-key, simple, and unique character. Just as she was about to turn over the card, Eva snatched it away. "Wow, this card is so unique. Can you get your name carved on a card? Is that a symbol of his last name? Where can I get one? I want to get one too!"

Kaleb Wilder stood alone on the frozen ridge overlooking the southern valley, the cold wind tearing through his dark hair. His family had waited years for the moment he would shift into his wolf. But it never came. No claws. No transformation. No wolf. The gift had skipped him. For the first time in centuries, the firstborn Wilder son had been born human. To the elders of the Wilder clan, it was a disgrace. To Kaleb, it was freedom. Because without the wolf, he had been able to travel beyond the rigid laws of his clan. And that was how he met her.

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.

Before anyone could answer, two smaller voices cut through the hush. “W.I.L.D.,” Kael piped up, his tiny fists clenched with the seriousness only a child could summon. Everyone turned, eyes darting to the twins where they stood next to their Auntie E. Liora stood up straighter, her curls bouncing as she declared, “It means We Inspire Love Daily.” Her little voice trembled with passion, but it struck truer than any weapon. “Daddy told us. That’s what being W.I.L.D. really is. We don’t stop loving, even when it’s scary. We don’t stop fighting, even when it hurts.”

He surfs whenever he has the chance to get to the beach, and, as Blake mentioned, he is a self-proclaimed cookie connoisseur. Since the app maintains anonymity until you go on a date, to make sure matches aren’t made on looks alone, there is no picture of him, and it doesn’t say what pack he is from. But, there are only three packs in the area, so that means the only options are Silver Ridge, Amber Forest, or Crescent Lake. His username has ‘beta’ in it, so that rules Silver Ridge out, because Dawson doesn’t fit the description at all. And I know from gossip around the pack, the beta in Crescent Lake is not the type to fill out a dating profile. So it must be the Amber Forest beta.