The Simple Wild Series Novels & Stories

Scene Notice – Taboo Group Erotica This scene features explicit sexual content between Bianca and her three stepbrothers—Damian, Victor, and Julian. It contains themes of forbidden attraction, seduction, and multiple partners (MMMF). Bianca has always flirted at the edge of what’s acceptable, teasing the boundaries of step-sibling propriety. But tonight, the game changes. Tonight, the teasing ends. Tonight, they give her exactly what she's been asking for. All characters are consenting adults, and the story is intended for mature readers (18+) who enjoy taboo, emotionally charged, and provocative erotica. If such themes are not to your taste, feel free to skip this chapter

“Now… maybe teach me some of those tree-hopping moves, because that was insane.” Cheyenne rolled her eyes but laughed anyway. “Oh, sure. Let’s add acrobatics to your training schedule. Because why not.” Serenya laughed along with them, Solana humming approval from within, the forest alive around them, a perfect mix of challenge, triumph, and joy. She had completed her final test—and she had done it W.I.L.D.

more than just the W Series? "There is more..?" Jon took a small glance at Wild. "You didn't know? There is a lot more out there. All across the states and all across the world. It's more than just the W Series that's suffering. Elaine said that there were twenty-five other compounds out there with thousands of children like you." Wild's lips peeled back in a grimace. He'd been focused on saving his Series, his pack. He hadn't even thought about others. So many others, apparently. Jon and Elaine weren't saving hundreds of wolf hybrids. They were saving thousands of hybrids with various types of DNA in their genetic code. They were headed to one of these other facilities now. To one of the Se

Patches of sunlight broke through to cast a radiance on the curling white breakers. It was Saturday, and Karen had escaped the stuffy library, accepting Armina’s invitation to ride. She had brought equestrian kit with her, and Tayte Penwarden had fixed her up with a lively mare. Now she turned in the saddle and shouted to Armina, ‘I'll race you.’ Armina grinned, leaning over to slap her impatient mount’s finely arched neck gently. ‘All right. Where’s the finishing line?’ Karen pointed to a clump of stunted trees. ‘Over there!’ Her mare fidgeted restlessly, sensing a gallop.

After a while, he let go of her from his embrace but held her face between his hands and asked her in a serious voice, "Are you really okay now?? You want to talk about it??" Sindhu shook her head between his hands and gave him a reassuring smile and said, "I don’t remember anything. I never remember my dreams. So, it's easier to deal with. All I ever remember is the split second before I crash and it is always the same. My bike smashing into the divider and then I wake up panting and sweating."

They’re saying you cut corners on construction materials, and that’s why the structure collapsed and killed people! "Even if you don't go to prison, you're going to have to pay a massive settlement, aren't you?!" "Chris, give it to me straight. If you lose every single dime paying them off, what happens to me and the baby I'm carrying? You can't honestly expect us to suffer along with you!" Her words completely ignited the fuse on Chris' growing frustration. He instinctively looked back toward the mangled wreckage of the collapsed site, and a sudden image of Mandy flashed across his mind.

Kayla's POV: It has been 3 long weeks since I was taken from Seth. It has been the longest 3 weeks of my life they have been utterly horrible because I will not break the lucky thing is they have no idea I am a shifter. The stupid wolves think I am just a wild horse that is struggling to come to terms with been ridden, which really is not the case. I have never been ridden before and I am not going to let anyone bully me into it.

Patrick nodded to his Boss and turned his smiling mien to the lady wrapped only with a bath towel, unsure if she was wearing anything or none at all beneath the soft fabric of a snow-white towel. “Well, with your complexion, I suggest we create colorful flowers to cover the scars since they seemed to be rounded in shape and smaller than a penny. They would like wild and lonely but would also represent how survivors they can be to exist in places they were not expected to be.” Patrick continued to explain. But Mavie blurted.

My sweet girl is lonely. “Whatever you feel like watching is okay by me,” Manny said sweetly as he would talk to a little kid. “Fine!” My little tiger stomped her feet petulantly and walked over to the big TV-about 75inches long. She reached into the cabinet below it. “I prefer N*****x series but the network is down I guess due to the rain so we have to re-watch old CDs.” She finally settled on some crappy rom-com shot in the 90s and she skittered away to the kitchen to make the popcorn.

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.