Stories Gone Wild Mga Nobela at Kwento

Then, I heard a robotic female voice say, "Congratulations on completing the contract mission! You have successfully formed a bond with your target. Kindly ensure that you diligently carry out all of his orders, or you will be given punishments accordingly." What?! I broke into a cold sweat and slowly lifted my head to look at the screen. The contract that I had just filled in was displayed on the pink screen. However, this time, the words had been translated into Zinglish, a language I understood, and it was only then that I learned what kind of contract I had just signed. The title read, "The Devil's Contract", and Jared's name was listed as the "master", while my name was listed as the "s

She put her hands over her eyes to block it out, and tried to pull herself together. She had to grab onto the last, ragged, fluttering shred of her independent Will and run, far and fast. She couldn't let herself be taken Over, swept away, because he was her mate. For God's sake, the man had just fucked her practically senseless, and she still wanted him. She doubled over with a strangled laugh and pressed her face against her knees. After three short days with Jacob, the whole werewolf story, which had seemed so apocalyptic, was blotted practically out of her mind. The memory now had a tinny sense of distance, like a scary but more or less insignificant movie she had seen somewhere, a long

After a disgraceful scandal, Nina had no choice but to leave her town. She had to start a new life. Build new dreams and keep living. But this time, she decided to challenge nature and prove the words "No man is an Island" wrong. It's not possible for everyone, but she knew she was different. And as she wants to explain herself, her case is really not something people would be open-minded to accept and welcome. But what can she do? It runs in the family. Her ancestors, her parents, and everyone else with the same dilemma had tried every possible way to redeem themselves, but to no avail. Some became feral and out of control. Some made it to be discreet but suffered so much. She is the last a

by the time the sun shimmers at the horizon behind me and the crescent moon dips below the horizon before me, I have thought of every word I know of to describe really, really, really boring walking. There is absolutely nothing here. I think of the stories we told each other when we were pups. About wraiths that lived beneath the sand of the Barren that would pull you down into their nests. They would paralyze you and then their grubs would feed off you, slowly eating you alive. That was a favorite. There are the roaming packs of wilder-scorpions, creatures that are half beast, half scorpion. Where the beast's tail should be is a scorpion's sting that will cause your skin to turn black and t

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As children Dyce and I were told not to engage with the “wild ones' ' who supported themselves without the need for “royal civility'. Those people were aimless wanderers who did nothing but take. When they saved me, I didn’t see my rescue quite so clearly. I was angry and took it out on them. I had lost my family and my home. All that I had known in my twelve years of life was ripped from me before I had time to even blink. They were patient with me and gave me time to learn to love and trust them. I consider them an extension of my family now. For years after I was taught the life of the wild ones, a name the people of the land found very endearing, how they lived in unison with the land. T

Gone. I pressed my fingers into the cold marble countertop until the ache cut through me, a futile attempt to anchor myself against the panic clawing at my ribs. Every launch, every sleepless night, every deal painstakingly negotiated, I had built BARBOOM from the ground up, fueled by every ounce of my own daring, and every cent I had taken from my life savings, from my parents, even from my brother, refusing to listen when Ram and Lexie warned me of the risks. I had stood before them, brimming with confidence, insisting I could make it grow, demanding that they trust me. I had believed in myself with a ferocity that left no room for doubt, a hunger for success that had burned hotter than an

Hunter said, his voice unusually subdued, “I don’t know either. But I’d bet your father and Darius here got tangled in something they shouldn’t have.” “Fuck off,” I snapped, shooting him a glare. “Stating the obvious,” he shrugged. “And she’s right—it happened the night of the race, and now this.” Hunter glanced at the front door, loading his gun. “Company. Three… two… one!” The door exploded into splinters, revealing a wolf so massive its shoulders brushed the frame, navy markings streaking its ears. “Stay down,” I growled, passing my gun to Hunter. My bones cracked and stretched as I shifted into my wolf form.

His thumb strokes slowly, like a warning disguised as affection. We turn a corner, and then I see it. HELL UNDERGROUND . A club I’ve only heard about in whispers, late-night horror stories, rumors from flight attendants, stories so wild people swore it wasn’t real. A place where the rich go to sin. Where people disappear into back rooms and come out changed. Where the wrong look can get you dragged into a basement you’ll never leave. And now? I think I’m married to the owner.

Loren is in a baby pink silk long dress, with a long slit that starts from her thigh, she packed up to a messy bun with very light makeup on her face. She looks absolutely stunning. I didn't realize they were already right in front of us until I heard Stacey speak. "Let's go." I came back to reality, I nodded as we proceeded further. ~~~ It's been not exactly exciting, to be honest, Stacey is not that bad of a company when she's not taking pictures of us and posting it and gushing about how cute we look together, she's actually has a sense of humor. Or maybe I'm that bored that any company won't be bad.