The Wolf Of Wall Street Novel Novels & Stories

I wrapped a blanket around her and opened the closet door quietly slipping out. I slowly and quietly closed the door and made my way down stairs to where I heard the noise come from. I slowly made my way towards the stairs when I got to the top I saw a wolf black at the bottom of the stairs. The wolf started growling and staring at me venomously. I shifted and it launched up at me. Lacey's POV:

“And I've never met anyone as gullible as you are. Did you really think any reasonable person would be willing to marry a wolfless lady like yourself?” Wolfless. The same name everyone in the pack secretly calls me without ever saying it to my face. That statement broke me. But before I could respond, Shania scoffed, running her fingers through Stuart's hair. Despite how hard my chest ached, I kept my gaze locked on her. “Why… why must you take everything that belongs to me?” Shania’s lips curved. “You’ve always known,” she said, in a low and condescending tone. “That I would never allow you to truly have anything. Just… stop trying.”

but there's another identity for me which no one knows except me. I write novels under the pen name 'phoenix' My novels are about werewolves attacking humans. Since I don't like werewolves I started writing about them in a bad way to vent out my anger on them. Recently, I've been working on a book named, 'Desire for thirst' in which werewolves attack their prey when they are in rut. My work in this genre has been gaining more exposure because I've made it very clear that I don't like werewolves. I believe people can read this as a novel but in reality the author just wants to expose their readers to the monsters they see in other worlds.

It's really been a long day. I took in a deep breath and tried to calm my frenzied nerves, opening the door and stepping out onto my patio. I froze as my gaze instantaneously met the predatory gaze of the wolf. Dark brown orbs clashing against light brown ones, one pair filled with curiosity and fascination whereas the other filled with anxiety and fear. Wasn't hard to guess which emotions were mine.

These rogues were nothing but criminals who were pouting that they weren't getting their way, and they were killing innocent people because of it. I launched myself forward, colliding with the first wolf and snapping my jaw at him, biting and ripping at his flesh everywhere I could while keeping an ear out for the positioning of the others. The feeling of teeth sinking down on my back had me releasing the wolf in front of me, and I let out a yowl of pain before turning and quickly ripping his throat out.

Benjamin is making Alot of noise, he wants to come out we need to get this over with. Benjamin kept thinking about the words his wolf spoke to him before putting a wall up. wolves were able to put up walls only in wolf form but his wolf did it while in human form, did this mean he couldn't control his wolf. He gave himself a headache thinking about all this that he missed the pleasure going through him.

Down below the dark, cloudy sky indicating the coming of a downpour, the trees wavered and the nocturnal birds cried out giving the forest a noisy environment. The whimpers of Rielle was also loud enough as she was being dragged by a shabby looking wolf with it furs a dirty brown color. It was an unusual color. Without being told, Rielle knew who the wolf was. He was a lone wolf. She made the loners in her story have a different, unusual furs, unlike the others. This set them apart from the rest of their park and that makes them an outcast.

“Do you have a death wish?” “He’s just a man.” “That’s not a man. That’s a hostile acquisition in a tux.” She raised a brow, only half-listening. “Do you know who he is?” “Cassian Wolfe. CEO of Wolfe Enterprises. Also known as Don’t touch, don’t talk, don’t tempt.” She turned her glass slowly in her fingers, the stem catching the gold light. “Well, I already did all three.” Emilio groaned. “Z, listen to me. That man’s family runs things under the things. Syndicates, offshore accounts, private holdings, shell companies—he’s not rich, he’s untouchable.”

This cowboy wolf was none other than Jeremy Lennon, high commander of the Grey Wolf armies, infamous Grey Wolf warrior, and one of the fiercest wolves ever to live. Anytime one of the Wild Eight had returned to their compound near death’s door and clinging to a thread of life, this man had almost always been the one singularly responsible—and that didn’t begin to cover the damage he’d done to the Wild Eight through the information-gathering and patrolling schedules demanded of his men. If she’d thought his battle scars made him intimidating, the pair of eyes locking onto the bush she hid in, as if he saw straight through the shrubbery, chilled her more than the snow beneath her paws. Irises