Something Wilder Novels & Stories

She has an innocent face but when it's time for bedtime, she's wild enough to get a man like me to go to his knees and licked that pussy admiringly. I'm looking at her slow action profoundly as I wait for her next exciting move patiently. I am pausing calmly to see her finally riding my cock, just like a wild bitch. I know bitch is not the correct word for my darling. But the dirty words are just like fuel when it comes to sex. They help you to feel hotter and aroused. Even the women also liked to hear these words during sex. They will not go to confess that, but they all loved to hear dirty talk from their man doing this kind of stuff. Because this made them go more wild and crazy with thei

She asks she with crossed arms I guess she's right. "My name is Hanna" I decide to tell her as I give in "Hanna Wilder" she says my name which causes my body to feel tingly all over Whoa. What was that? I stand up straighter to try and hide this feeling. My ex-boyfriend never made me feel like that. "Pretty name" she says as she tucks a strand of her black hair behind her ear Her eyes never stray away from mine as she does so.

" I snickered. Just as I was about to speak, I saw Wendy's eyes glint with jealousy at his words. Before I could react, the horse next to Wendy suddenly went wild. Breaking free of its reins, it ran at me. Julius paled and tried to rush to my aid, but Wendy suddenly screamed and collapsed to the ground, clutching her ankle. Julius turned back without hesitation and ran to her side. The same incident happened five years ago, but this time, Julius chose Wendy. I laughed self-deprecatingly, but I didn't panic. This time, I had more than enough guards with me. They quickly stepped in to shield me behind their backs. Looking at the decapitated horse on the ground, I said calmly, "Look into why it

A free spirit who took no prisoners. Jeremy had only to crook his little finger to summon a bevy of girls panting to have him shaft them. They flattered him, made him feel macho and virile, but none was as exciting as Karen. She was a potent drug, too powerful for all save the strongest personality. The need to convince himself that he could tame her forced him to attempt it again and again.

I whispered, my throat raw from screaming. ​Marcus laughed, a harsh, barking sound. "Not our problem. North is the only way that doesn't lead into Ally territory. You go North, you hit the Wildlands." ​The Wildlands. ​The unclaimed territory. A vast expanse of dense, frozen forests and jagged mountains inhabited only by rogues—wolves gone mad with bloodlust—and things even worse than rogues. It was a death sentence. Kaelen hadn't just exiled me; he had politely told me to go die somewhere he wouldn't have to smell the corpse.

“But you get my point.” “Yeah, I do.” Wilder bites his lip as if he’s thinking carefully about something. Then he says, “Do you want a fight?” “What do you mean?” “Do you want to kill some Ravagers?” “Always.” He laughs. “You’re not even going to ask what I’m talking about?” “I can’t picture a scenario where I wouldn’t want to kill Ravagers.” *** The trap Wilder sets is the first use of magic I’ve ever just fucking fallen in love with. It’s also probably the most insane thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

I have been trying to reprimand him for taking a pic of me while I was unconscious but he is making a mockery of it. We are hiking under the hot sun, don't know why but it isn't fun any longer. We still halfway there and I am already tired but I can't wait to get to the top. Wilder says it is the most beautiful thing he has ever seen, I want to witness it. "Okay fine, I won't take pics of you while you are sleeping." That's not the apology I was looking for but knowing Wilder, that's the only one I am getting. I looked up at him when I heard a few shots, the assholes are taking a pic of me right now, in my sweaty state.

I changed my standing position, looking at them one by one. "What the hell are you saying, Teressa?" Jumping to my feet, I activated my aura of intimidation. As if preparing to attack Teressa if necessary. However, I couldn't do that. Wilder stood up, holding out his arms to protect his wife. I forgot that Teressa was his mate. Of course, Wilder will protect that damn bitch tooth and nail. "Don't blame anyone for what you don't know. You should have found out first, right? "How can you sign divorce papers, then marry so quickly to a man you don't know? Now I doubt there is any love between you," said Wilder

"That's my job here. I'm also grateful that you're here and give this luxurious house a little hue. You know, the first time I stepped foot in this house, there was just gloom all over the house. No warmth. This house is very cold. And I am very afraid of the figure of Mr. Wilder. He has a terrible temper.” "You know about his mental disorder?" "Mental disorder?" asked Kaella confused. Her thick eyebrows dipped down into a frown. "Bipolar. He's had bipolar disorder since he was young." "Are you serious? No wonder he had terrible emotions. I once saw him throw a ceramic cup at one of his men. Mr. Wilder was furious at the time, for some reason. He yelled at his men loudly, then he threw a cer

“Call him again and distract him while the witches carry out the spell.” Halle nodded. “Okay.” As she dialed his number back, I scrolled back to the security footage. Wilder was still standing outside with his armed men. What exactly did he plan on doing? Who knew that such an intense moment with me and Halle would end up being so chaotic and out of control? When the call connected, Halle couldn’t even say anything. I could tell that she was too stunned to even speak. I took the phone from her. “Hey, Wilder,” I said, trying to force my voice into a steady tone. “I’d advise you to just leave. You don’t want to do this.”