The Simple Wild Series Novels & Stories

“We just got into a relationship, had a baby thrown into the mix, and I have to move in here next week. Let’s not add rings and shit into that equation, got it?” She hid her smile. “Got it. Although the baby kind of came first.” “Fuck you, Black. Fuck you.” I let the last interviewee out of the bar and banged my head against the wall. One of five interviews today had been worth my while. The others were all jacked-up college kids who can barely tell their left from their right.

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Please give my regards to your Mom and Dad and enjoy your vacation, Kate said to Beth. Thank you bestie, I’ll tell them. I will miss you bestie. Please take care of yourself. Call me soon as you reached, Beth said. Yes I will. I will miss you too bestie you take care as well and they bid goodbye.

He firmly believes his Children should be perfect, especially his youngest daughter, Winter Fox. But Winter Amey is a stubborn young lady who tends to do the opposite of what her parents expect her to; like, right now, She's eating food that makes her gain weight. According to her mother, She was to eat only salad and Juice in the morning. Her parents are perfectionists and tend to disregard their wishes. By now, Winter couldn't care less about her parents' reputation and their complaints. She's Twenty-three years old now and soon She'll move out of their house or that's what she's planned this far.

Ade asked, onyx eyes darting between the racing woman and bible boy. “How often does she do this?” Dodge asked, his own black stud trotting up beside Trotter; his black locks still wet from his own bath in the river. Dodge had only caught a glimpse, and it was entirely by accident, of the wildfire which now raced ahead of them and could hardly believe that a woman that young looked so much like a goddess. “Enough,” Thomas replied dryly, pulling Dodge from his thoughts that made Dodge readjust himself in his saddle. “You make this sound as if you never go after her,” Wayne added in. Cassidy and Misty now almost unseen, the glare from the unrelenting sun not helping.

I stepped under the canopy of the trees and it felt so much cooler under here. Even in the evening, the temperature difference was staggering. Listening to Dallas, I strolled through the trees for a while before I shifted. When I did, I shook out my fur and raced through the trees. On this side, I knew there was river that wove its way down through the area. There was also one on the other side. Both came from the mountain. Which was why the pack was called Blue Mountain.

Standing on top of one of the SUVs with blood splattered across his white shirt and a rifle in his hands. Even from a distance, I can see the insanity in his smile. “There you are, Massimo!” he yells before unloading bullets toward me. I dive hard behind cover as bullets shred through the bushes around me. Dirt sprays into my face. I roll quickly, firing back toward his men advancing from the right side. One drops immediately. Another tries rushing me. I slam the butt of my rifle into his face before shooting him point blank. Then suddenly, pain explodes through my left arm.

"Come on, Joanna, say something!" The sting of Silvia's pinch snapped me back to reality. Her freshly manicured nails dug into my arm, leaving a visible mark. Biting back the urge to retaliate, I managed a weak smile. "Sure. After all your misfires, you're bound to hit the jackpot." Silvia seemed puzzled by my lack of urgency, unlike before, when I would be all over the place, desperate to bring her home. "Joanna, you're a med student. Don't those red spots on him look like some nasty bug?"

Lightning stepped forward, clapping a hand on my shoulder. "Good job," he said, his voice low and firm. "The Wild Ridge doesn't tolerate betrayal." As the group started to disperse, I felt a hand on my arm. I turned to see Jax. "You good?" he asked quietly. I nodded again, though the weight of the day was starting to settle in. "Yeah. I'm good." Jax smiled as he said, "Well, go get cleaned up then. You actually look like death!" He eyed me up and down, amusement flickering in his eyes.

It wasn’t every day I got to see the Savage himself at one of these races. I tilted my head skyward, spotting rows upon rows of werewolves lining the rooftops of the buildings–the onyx sky dappled with the brilliant glow of their eyes. It was a kaleidoscope of color as they peered around, leaving warped, mystical shapes in their wake. My attention snagged toward a woman standing a few people to our left, raising her candy-red blouse and flashed her chest toward the bikers. Her shrill voice carried over the crowd despite the noise as she shouted, “Savage! Hey Savage! Look here, baby!”