Stories Gone Wild Novels & Stories

The children returned to their play, their cheerful energy momentarily lifting my spirits. I turned back to Ryan, who watched me with a mixture of apprehension and curiosity. I took a deep breath, struggling to compose myself. “Why are you sitting alone, Ryan—uh, buddy?” I asked, choosing a more neutral term. “Because I can’t walk,” he murmured, glancing down at his bandaged leg. “What happened to your leg?” I inquired, but Bell interrupted with an explanation. “His father saved him from wolves. It was a wild wolf that did this,” she said, her voice tinged with sadness.

“You all know she was abducted by the triplets, right? For eavesdropping on them when they were out on a mission.” Mission? She calls that a mission? So now it’s called a mission when you go out killing people? “What a random street girl!” Ava shouted as the other girls in the room started whispering among themselves. What is all this? I just want to go home, eat chips, and watch a movie with Susan. Oh, how I miss those days—when I was still with Susan, when my parents were still alive. “How can a random street girl join the Wild Cats and be the best?” one of the girls beside Ava said.

His cock was already wet as he continued to rub it against Allison pussy lips. Allison was already soaking wet. Thunder grabbed both of the lady's legs and spread them wide. He centered his large cock in the waiting hole of his friend's mother. He pushed halfly his cock hard in her pussy until it split half. Allison screamed at what Thunder did. "Ah, you're so big, fuck!" the lady groaned. "What’s big in me?" Thunder teased. "I d-don’t know…” Allison’s voice shook. Thunder thrust hard again. "Answer me, Allison. What’s huge in me?”

“We need to get out.” The fire roared behind us, growing louder. She helped me up, and together we stumbled toward the exit. As we stepped into the cold night air, I looked back once more at the warehouse, flames licking through the windows. Inside that fire were years of secrets , lies, files, names, everything they’d tried to hide. But not the truth. The truth was still out there. And we were going to find it.

"Ms. Shaw, are none of your family seeing you off?" The staff member who came to pick me up glanced curiously at the villa behind me. The scoop about the legitimate and imposter daughters had become the talk of the town, and the man seemed to recognize me. He assumed the online rumors were exaggerated, but he now realized I had fallen so low. "No." Without saying anything else, I loaded my suitcase into the boot and climbed into the car. The sky erupted with breathtaking fireworks, their brilliant colors blending with drone displays. It was a mesmerizing sight, and I couldn't tear my eyes away.

I did everything according to your instructions. I chuckled. The fish had taken the bait faster than I expected. [Do you have proof? Don’t drag me into this. It has nothing to do with me. You’ve messed with the wrong person this time.] Almost immediately, she sent over a screen recording and said, [So now you’re denying it after the job’s done? Fine. I’ll sue you too.] I opened the recording, which showed chat logs from a year ago. Zack had told Mandy that he was from West Group and that he could make her famous and give her money. In return, she had to follow his orders at any time and help him catch cheaters when needed. There was just one condition: she wasn’t allowed to hit the man.

That was when she saw it. A werewolf. It was old, its fur were thin and graying, its steps was uneven with a limp. Its ribs pressed sharp against its hide as it nosed through the underbrush, searching for scraps. It wasn’t hunting. It was surviving. Garrick lifted his crossbow, eyes at an alert. “Easy kill.” Irvine’s throat closed. “Wait,” she whispered, the word breaking from her before she could stop it. Her father shot her a look, sharp and cold. “What?”

"And I'm here with ...what's your name, sir?" "John Hamilton" "John Hamilton recently called the cops concerning a mysterious sighting , am I right, John?", John nodded quickly before speaking with wide eyes, thin irises, pale face and sweaty forehead. "It was a man, I'm pretty sure, but he looked kinda like a ghost, his pale skin and bright eyes were the first thing I noticed before he pounced on my buddy, Tom, he literally just put his hand right through Tom's chest and some weird stuff came out while Tom slumped and he freaking ate it, h-h-h-he k-k-killed Tom, he took Tom's freaking heart and ate it, he had sharp pointy fangs and he smirked at me like this is some sick joke but I didn't s

He smiled, his eyes smiling too. "Deal." The rest of the day was uneventful. Thank goodness. We went to the Heritage Center. He showed me all kind of old legends about wolfs. Most of them I already knew. Both our families live inside the Grand Portage National Monument and so is the Heritage Center. And lots land, river, lakes, trees and trees andtrees. Chippewa History and lands. I slept restlessly. My dreams weird and violent. I saw a black wolf with red eyes that was peeling off my skin. It was horrible. Then I saw a white wolf with yellow eyes bitting McKenzie's ankles while she just stood there painting her long nails.

“She should probably start with the stories Nana always loved to tell her. Those are the type that might be illegal.” “What the hell, Tate. Why are you out here ratting out Nana like that?” “Tell me,” I say, ignoring her fake annoyance with Tatum. “Everyone has heard of ghost wolves,” she starts with a sigh. “But no one ever talks about what they are, how they came to be.” “All I recall hearing was that they were wandering wolves who lost their mates.” I shrug and Tatum shakes her head. “No, they are a ghost of themselves because they never found their mates.” Tatum corrects me and I roll my eyes. “Our moms always argued about that bit when they would try to scare us with the stories.”