Sunny Wof Novels & Stories

“What are you waiting for? You’re going to get soaked.” Wondering again if one of the both of them was losing a few nuts he joined her. Matthew Wolffe. Nicknamed the Wolf. Self-made and successful. And he was running in the streets alongside a laughing nurse who caught his attention singing soulfully at a club. She was laughing as she shielded her head from the rain, dodging passersby. Before long they were in front of her apartment. She led him through the doors and up the steps to her apartment. They were both dripping wet by the time they got into the warmth of her home. She left his side and turned on the lights. A puppy with light brown fur danced around her legs.

It always wants to go ahead and tear her. Selina smiled proudly. She reached out and stroked the large wolf fur beside her. It has smooth black fur, and its yellow eyes are somewhat cold, but when being rubbed by Selina, it retracts its combative evil. "Windy, you take care of her." “Guru!” After a loud howl, only the gray-haired wolf named Windy was relieved to use his sharp claws to kill Orla. Orla only had time to scream, and then there was silence.

He won't give up. what the? What is not covered by the HFWA? He couldn't remember. No one remembered him. He was sitting on the bank watching the sunset. Oddly shaped trees swayed in the gentle breeze. The air was warm and smelled strange. The flowers that bloomed more than any other flower in the desolate wasteland of Penrith swayed beneath the wind's searching fingers.

And that was how the wolfless girl became the greatest Luna the world had ever known. THE END

I turned to Luna Maisie and said, "Thank you Luna. May I give you a hug please?" Luna Maisie smiled kindly and opened her arms. "Yes Celia. You are always welcome to hug me." She wrapped her arms around me and held me tight. This was the most comforting hug I had ever felt in my life. Even my wolf came forward and pressed against the front of my mind to enjoy this moment. Luna Maisie smiled at me and whispered, "You and your wolf are special. You are strong. You are beautiful. You are smart. You are safe. You are loved. We are glad you are both home." Her voice was doubled as she and her wolf spoke in sync.

we both felt the bond instantly, and he looked just perfect. we spent hours in the woods, playing, exchanging contacts and chatting till he introduced himself, telling me he was the alpha of Moon reign pack. a pack known for peace and not power. I realized I was more powerful than him, and it would ruin things as no man would want a more powerful Luna. he asked me about my pack, I instantly avoided it, telling him we'll meet here tomorrow as I had a few things I left undone. I ran before he could utter another word for stop me.

The days after the theater blurred into this constant low hum of want. Every time my phone lit up, my thighs clenched. Jonah’s texts got filthier, shorter, more demanding. *Miss that tight pussy. I need it soon.* *Thinking about you dripping my cum in public.* I’d read them at work, in the grocery store, even once while Sarah and I were doing laundry together—her folding his boxers while I stared at my screen and tried not to blush.

"Hahahaha. I'm sorry. Was that you? asking a favor from me? I thought you knew everything!" Andrew laughed at his words. Pia Drew stood there for a moment with her usual face but getting a little annoyed already. Andrew composed himself. "Okay. Sorry, it's just....it sounded like a joke. but okay what's the deal, Sunny?" "I'm paying you. I mean my dad will be paying you. Treat this as a tutorial." "Are you kidding me? how much are you gonna pay? a million?" "come on star boy, can't you give me a discount?"

David mumbled sleepily from the other line. “Hey,” I said, suddenly realizing that I had to get the info without sounding like an overexcited pup. David may be my best friend, and my beta, but there’s no room for any sense of weakness in our pack. We may have fun as Blood Moons, hell we may be a little less traditional than most. But a pack alpha foaming at the mouth over some woman would make me sound like I’m losing my edge. The problem was, however, that everything inside of me screamed that this wolf was my mate, my wolf felt it too… and there was no way I could just let her walk away. “Is everything alright?” David asks, letting out a loud yawn.

Lydia asked, echoing her sister's earlier comment. “Yeah,” Sean nodded. “You smell like honeysuckle.” “No, that’s not my smell,” Lydia waved him off. “Well, it’s true! Lydia, you smell like that,” Blake added, sniffing her sister. “If I remember correctly, your smell used to be like ice in a…” “White snow,” Lydia completed. How could she smell like honeysuckle? Her wolf was associated with the scents of white snow and bluebells. She sniffed at herself but regretted it; without her wolf, she couldn't smell anything.