Something Wilder Novels & Stories

We’d been living in crisis mode for so long that normalcy seemed impossible. “Thank you,” Maya said. “For everything. For protecting us. For finishing what my father started.” “He did the hard part. You did the brave part—publishing everything. You saved more lives than you know.” That weekend, we did something we’d never done—we went on vacation. Just us, Emma, and Carmen to help. No guards. No security details. Just a quiet beach house in Cape Cod. “This feels wrong,” Maya said, watching Emma play in the sand. “Too peaceful. Too normal.”

Their scents collide: sharp pine and midnight musk spiraling into honeysuckle sweetness and warm amber, a heady cocktail that binds them in savage need. “Fuck, Lyric,” he snarls, voice a broken avalanche that reverberates down her spine. “I can’t… I can’t hold back.” His legendary restraint fractures, splintering under the weight of their fused heartbeats. “I need you—every inch.”

And so Alan found himself astride his horse with the woman draped across the saddle in front of him, her body shielded in the crook of one arm, while Crispen sat on his other leg, his head nestled against her bosom. He glared at his men, daring even one of them to laugh. Hell, he had to relinquish his sword for the duty of carrying the two extra persons, never mind their weight didn’t equal that of a single warrior. Edward just better be damn grateful. He could decide what was to be done with the woman just as soon as Alan dumped her into Edward’s lap. As soon as they crossed over the border onto Woods land, a shout went up that echoed through the hills, and in the distance, Mary heard the c

Beside Jack’s chair, Tessa’s head pops up and she wags her tail. “I heard. I also heard she shifts faster than you.” As if acknowledging the accolade, Tessa stands and stretches in a low downward dog. “She shifts from a dog to a wolf,” Jack whines. “It’s not the same as from a man to a wolf.” When we all just stare, he concedes, “Okay, fine. She shifts faster than me.” **

he tried to cut my speech "...wait, I'm not done. Saying that I was your one true forever mate. But this weekend I found out that I could mate with another Wolf if I wasn't strong willed, it would have happened." I paused " Now you can cut my speech and explain that..." "There are cases of more than 'one true forever mate', as you said, but that cases are uncommon not to say rare..." He starts "I know I was... Strong in my approach to US..." And he gestures when said US "...but I don't know how to be anything else or anyone else other than myself... "

She laughed really loud while he left the door open in case she wanted to join him. "SA is really beautiful, babe, imagine how fun it would be if we lived here, especially since it's your favorite place", Adrian said, trying to cajole his wife into agreeing to live in SA with him but she just wasn't having it because she rolled her eyes and sipped her drink louder. "Yeah right", he mumbled under his breath. "Stop it, babe. I'm not ready to move to South Africa with you, I have my career, my friends, my entire life back in lakeside an-"

Wild wanted to run. It had taken awhile for Wild to pull away from the outside world, from the need to keep going and never stop. Elaine had to physically pull him back a little. "Come on, we should get you guys back inside." With one last look back out, he followed Elaine back inside. Back to the office bedroom. Westley and Tiffany were already flicking through the cartoons. Wild couldn't get it out of his head. The beauty of it all. He was mesmerized by the pretty sky, the blueish green grass, the forest, so full of life. He'd been so close to it all to the dreams he'd been dreaming up for the past year, maybe longer.

Kayla's Pov: So let me tell you a little about myself: For as long as I can remember I have been alone, it has its benefits but mostly it can be so dam lonely, do not get me wrong I love living in the woods I feel so free, and I'm not one of them horses that are so proud of them self although I know I am something worth looking at, but Sadler that is not a good thing as it mean I attract so much attention to myself which I do not need or want. I do sometimes miss being with other horses as I often see wild mustangs passing by, but life goes by and as soon as I turn 17, I am meant to find my mate! I have no idea on what to do the only other shifters around here are werewolves, the pack 'midn

She whimpered softly, her hips jerking forward involuntarily. “Please,” she begged. Her voice cracked slightly with the need she felt. He let out a low, deep chuckle. “You will be begging for much more very soon.” The feather disappeared. She heard the faint, high hum of the black vibrator she had seen in the drawer. Her breath hitched again as he pressed it firmly against her. The vibrations sent strong jolts of pleasure through her, spreading quickly. He did not let her feel the full intensity immediately. He teased her, moving the vibrator in slow, frustrating circles, just enough to drive her completely mad but not enough to allow her to reach a climax.

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.