Something Wilder Novels & Stories

As he watched the woman dripping with perspiration while carrying the wild pig, he murmured to himself. He said to himself, "I didn't even do anything," as he walked away. The lady jumped into a nearby river. This is the river that she visited the day before, in which she can both drink and wash. "Whoa!" When the man spotted the river, he let out an excited shout. Savannah shrugged her shoulders and then began to clean the pig. She is incredibly skilled as a result of the fact that her brothers previously abandoned her in the wilderness so that she could learn how to survive on her own without depending on them.

Wilder asked, leaning far back into my leather cushioned couch. “I read.” She replied, rolling her eyes. “Shocking…” Wilder mocked. But my head was brimming with ways I would kill this person. No one, not even the top assassin's society struck me with fear like this. I wasn't going to let this happen. “Where is she?” I asked in a low growl, my eyes darkening in the process. “Where are they? The people who dared to start this, where are they?” There was a sudden sparkle in Wilder's eyes. He knew I was about to begin a massacre in the packs until I got what I wanted, and he wanted to be part of this massacre.

She whispered. Ram smirked and whispered back— “Oh no, baby, you can’t. This is denial time. You can only orgasm when I allow you to. And get this… When we reach our destination, I will f*ck you so hard, you’ll beg…” For some reason, Ram’s words made her even more aroused. As the toy buzzed back to life, Lexie whispered— “Gee-whiz, I am so not doing this again… Or maybe not… This is hot…”

CHAPTER 7 Louela Jane The soft yet steady beat of the drums blended beautifully with the gentle strumming of Ivan’s guitar. As the melody filled the air, Luna took a deep breath and sang the first verse of My Wish by Rascal Flatts. “I hope that the days come easy and the moments pass slow, And each road leads you where you wanna go...”

It wasn’t every day I got to see the Savage himself at one of these races. I tilted my head skyward, spotting rows upon rows of werewolves lining the rooftops of the buildings–the onyx sky dappled with the brilliant glow of their eyes. It was a kaleidoscope of color as they peered around, leaving warped, mystical shapes in their wake. My attention snagged toward a woman standing a few people to our left, raising her candy-red blouse and flashed her chest toward the bikers. Her shrill voice carried over the crowd despite the noise as she shouted, “Savage! Hey Savage! Look here, baby!”

I want to be as awesome as they are. So, I have to go find my wolf.

“Wei spotted. He has four men with him. One car only. Two minutes.” Saint clenched his jaw and glanced at Hudson. “Don’t go off the rails too soon.” “Worry about getting the right information from him and I’ll keep myself in check,” he said. “I make no such fucking promises,” Wilder said, his eyes looking feral. “But while we wait for him, why doesn’t Pinocchio masturbate?” I grinned and glanced at him. “Why not, Wilder?” “Forest fires,” he said, threw his head back and laughed loudly. “You know, wood on wood.”

he decided to wait for her to either calm down or talk to them. The silence stretched on as Wild looked around once more before sitting down. He could wait. Nobody was coming yet. "Wild, what's going on?" Jon whispered, to which Wild quickly shushed him. He stared up expectantly, waiting for her to recognize him as non-threatening and speak up. It took longer than either of them really liked, but if people were searching on the director's order, they weren't in Wild's range. "W-what are you..?" She finally asked. There was a guttural sound to her voice, like a growl or perhaps a meow of sorts. "A wolf hybrid. What are you?" Wild replied back. "... I am... a puma hybrid..." Wild could tell sh

“$700,000! Now, that’s a record-breaking price! Any more bidders?” “$700,050!” I shouted. “Are you crazy?” Kyle whispered, which I immediately nodded to as a response. “$700,050! This new bidder is quite the joker, isn’t she?” the host commented, clearly amused with my stunt. The lady in red, obviously annoyed, stood and showed another peace sign to the host. Whatever that meant, I did not care. “$800,000 from Buyer 50!” The host spread his arms. “Are we going for a billion dollars now? I think that’s what Xavier Hawthorn is worth!”

**The Wild Wolves** Aria meandered through the lush, vibrant forest, a world alive with an intricate tapestry of sights, sounds, and scents. Each step enveloped her in the rich aroma of damp earth and blooming wildflowers, the vibrant hues of greens and browns intertwining like an artist's brushstrokes across the landscape. Having spent the past few weeks in this enchanted new home amidst the towering, ancient trees and dappled sunlight, she had cultivated a deep affection for the tranquility and solace the wilderness offered—a cherished escape from the chaotic clamor of her former life.