Taming Her Wild Heart. Novels & Stories

Her heart thudded with quiet excitement. She tilted her head back, breathing in deeply. The scent of bark, wildflowers, and water lingered in the air. Something inside her stirred—a deep, primal yearning. Not just to walk… to run. To lose herself in the wind and leaves. She didn’t know why.

I feel him demand as soon as she takes my hand and gets up. This was a mistake. My little and innocent doe was tossing herself right into the wolf’s mouth. Right under his fangs. There was no denying that I wanted nothing but to taste her right now, but she looked as if she was ready to carve my heart out and feed it to the wild beasts. Maybe there was a way to tame my wild doe.

It's the first time She thought a smile was that beautiful. “Gareth” She whispered mindlessly. “Huh!?” Ethan asked, confused. “Gareth, Gareth” Winter scurried away towards Gareth's office yelling his name- like a crazy person begging to let her marry the president of Zimbabwe. Her fragile heart couldn't handle such a situation and the best way was to run away if such a moment occurs- for the sake of her heart.

Lillian's orders. The room was spick and span, just Spartan. Very clean and exactly the way she had left it. Her eyes trained around the place as she casted a hidden admiration glance at the awe-consuming look the room exudes. Her eyes radiated myriad sparks of joy and at the same time, her heart pounded vigorously within her ribcage. How would she tame Alex's cold heart? He already seemed almost impossible, but how?! Her eyes suddenly turned bored as she began packing her stuffs into the wardrobe.

she saw a spark. I’m still here. She grabbed the razor again. “Okay. Round two.” Mandy heard her scream again. “Yep,” she smirked, sipping her wine. “Welcome to womanhood, babe.”

Those eyes… dark, molten, furious… never left hers. He hated being defied. And she—she lived to ignite him. Emily's heartbeat thundered like war drums. Her thoughts shattered, scattered like shards of glass. Every nerve in her body sparked with maddening anticipation. She didn’t just want a kiss anymore—she craved a collision. Her skin screamed to be touched, claimed, punished. His yearning wasn't tender; it was brutal, desperate—like he wanted to possess her soul, to leave his mark in every way that mattered. Not soft. Not sweet. But wild, fierce, merciless…

She’d been living alone all these years with Tama, Tazz had been with her only a couple of days and she was already missing his presence on the breakfast table. Aah! stupid silly ways of heart. I ask for strength to endure this love, to endure this hate.. to endure this all All Hearts !!

She squirms, mewling, panting. I don’t want to hurt her. I swirl my tongue around her stiff nub, massaging her wet hole with my thumb, smearing her cream over her plump lips. She’s about to explode. Her abs are tight, and she’s kicking my back with her heels like she’s spurring me on. I love her abandon. She’s not shy now. Not at all. She’s wild for me. Only me. And her heat isn’t riding her. This is all my doing, no assist from nature.

He ceases to be himself and becomes something incommensurably greater. The heart beats a crazy rhythm somewhere in the stomach, in the solar plexus. Breathing is not enough. She buries her face into his neck, panting, biting her skin until it hurts, growling like a big cat from the waves of passion. Water - She - Sky ...

I asked curiously. “Yes. He loved me enough to let me choose who I want to be with, even if it’s not him.” There was no regret in her eyes nor her voice. “In fact, he lives happily with his Chosen Mate now. I’ve seen his kid a few minutes ago.” Her kind smile returned. “His kid is here?” I couldn’t be more shocked. I wondered how she would react if she accidentally bumped into him here. Would that be awkward? Tiffany nodded. “Yeah, she’s visiting. Just between us, I think she likes it here than in Siberia.” She gave me a conspiratory wink.