Novel & Cerita The Wilder Women

“She is good. But also feisty. Give her trouble and be certain, she will give it back. If only you could be honest with me, tell me what you did to bring out the wild woman in her.” “I don’t know what you see in her so praise-worthy when her insolence is so intolerable. There is a dark side in her, you are not paying much attention to. If a third of our women behave the way she is beginning to behave, this clan, with its distinguished history, is doomed. And for your information, some of them are already following in her steps. Just take a walk around the village of Tirita and even here in Kures and you won't miss two or three of her ilk dressed and walking in a way that mimics her. Many you

Lights hung low over the circle, casting everything in harsh brightness that left no place to hide. She stepped forward, and the space shifted again. This was different. Recognition flickered in a few faces, slow at first, then catching, spreading in quiet ripples as people leaned in, whispering, trying to place her. “…that her?” “…no way…” “…Wild Rose…” The name moved through the crowd like something waking up. She ignored it. Her focus moved to the ring, to the woman already inside it. Mean Betty. The nickname fit. She was built thick and solid, muscle-packed tight, her stance aggressive, her eyes already locked onto Rose with the kind of confidence that came from not losing.

It bypassed her physical pain, striking directly at the hollow, agonizing void in her chest. She looked at the faces of the women standing before her. There was no jealousy in their eyes. There was no colonial greed. There was no Baraka. There were only sisters—warriors who understood the weight of a spear and the cost of survival. Beyond them, the golden city shimmered, a bastion of light and order in a world of chaotic darkness. It was an Amazonian dream, a utopia where women ruled, fought, and lived without the suffocating, destructive presence of men.

He gives me a quick kiss before he moves away, lifting me down. I quickly pull open the door, running into the living room. I find a shirtless and damp Wilder holding Lucy in his arms. She's screaming her head off. When she sees me she lunges out of his arms and I swoop over and grab her, cuddling her close. She is crying so hard she's shaking, sobs racking her little body. “My baby..” I look at Wilder, “what happened?” “I have no idea, I was in the shower. According to Val her movie went off and she just fell out crying.” He tells me, trying to hold back a smile.

I say, and he smirks. "You sought me out, Adahleene." He tsks, and I freeze. "I didn't. Leave." I say, mind reeling. "Easy," He says, hands crossed, with a persistent smile. "Before you call your sugar daddy, listen to me. I am Wilder, and you did seek me out, Flower. A part of you, your mind recognized it, and falted, seeking me out, hence, here I am." I stare at him, saying nothing, hoping he explains what this is, or I'll scream bloody murder, faster than he can say Flower.

The girl is a mother-fvcking whore. 'Just like you are' 'Don't even go there' "You are still on that? Grow up girl, I practically saved you from his cheating ass... I did you a good job" Raleigh chuckles and the next thing I'm hearing is a resounding slap from Piper to Raleigh. Whoa! Good job Piper. "Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. My. House. Lockwood!" Piper grits out in annoyance. "Oh! It is you... Wilder Wilder... That name totally fits you.... Ashton said something about you being his cousin or rather step cousin before someone starts to grow Medusa's head on me" she laughs cynically as if she wasn't affected by Piper's laugh.

The fiery nightmares were gone, replaced by a peace and freedom in my soul like I have never known. The money from the sale of the old house? I kept my promise and sent it to Silvia's account. That was when my phone buzzed with a news update. It was Silvia's face on the screen, at Derrick's wedding. I watched as she marched up with a can of gasoline. In front of everyone, she doused Derrick with it and tossed a lighter, igniting a firestorm. Derrick's screams pierced the air, and pandemonium broke out. The flames cast a wild glow on Silvia's face as she laughed, a chilling, unhinged cackle.

“Look at this! Read the chat!” Isis stifled a laugh as Astrid read the messages aloud. “Oh, my poor husband,” Astrid said, patting Donnovan’s cheek. “Don’t mind them. They’re just joking. You know your friends.” Then she looked at Isis. “There are three kinds of women, and it depends on who she is. First, the wild woman who will kiss you if you lick her neck. Second, the in-between woman who would punch you or run away. Third, the innocent woman who would blush.”

the host called with so much excitement while pointing at the direction where Buyer 65 was. “$500,000!” “$500,000 from Buyer 50!” Buyer 50 was a woman. She also wore a mask so she could possibly be someone important and well-known. Seeing that the other competitors seemed to have given up, I guessed she would win. “$500,000, going once!” The host looked around with anticipation. “Will Xavier Hawthorn go home with our young lady here tonight?” He paused. “Going twice!” “$500,100!” I exclaimed.

"Yeah. I think that while most of us women want the same things and feel the same way, it's not the case all the time. Our beliefs are shaped by our experiences. And sometimes, they change." He chuckled. "You're a smart woman, Miss Fox. I see now what he saw in you." "He?" "James Wilder," he smiled. "Couldn't really understand why he'd risk his reputation and that of his company's for a reckless affair. But it makes sense now. He fell for the right woman." I lowered my head, my fingers gripping the edge of my blazer. If he only knew. "What is it?" "Nothing. I have the right place to get your wife's gift." I hid behind a smile, forcing my lips to curve upward.