Wild At Heart Novel Novels & Stories

I whisper hoarsely, my voice barely a breath against the overwhelming silence. The forest seems to close in on me, the once-comforting darkness now a suffocating void. I look up, hoping to see the familiar faces of my family, but instead, a low, menacing growl emerges from the depths of the woods. My heart pounds in my chest as a figure begins to materialize through the gloom. A large, black wolf steps into view, its eyes glowing a haunting blue. Its coat is sleek and glossy, a stark contrast against the dark backdrop of the woods. A white diamond-shaped tattoo gleams on its forehead, catching the faint light and casting eerie shadows.

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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.

I could not describe how good his lips felt against mine, or the gentleness in his movements as he whispered softly in my ear. The forest is getting darker but we could only care less about the coldness and the danger in the woods. We could not feel the freezing snow against our pale skin, we could not feel the twigs tangled up in our hair. We didn’t give much care about the frost bites. Only the sound of our rapid heartbeats against our chest and the hunger for one another became our concern at the moment. Both of us laid on the snow. I used his arm as a pillow. I stared at the stars and smiled to myself. We really did it here in the woods. Not that I’m complaining, it was amazing.

Wild Addiction volume 2. I never knew true addiction until I met her. I never truly understood what it is to crave, mind, body, and soul—until nothing mattered but fulfilling that craving. Until the only thing that mattered was easing the hollow space inside me. It was there whenever we’re apart. Like a dark hole, it lingered, intensifying until my mind was full of dark spots. Until my mind was full of easy curves, bare before me. Until my desires reflected her, bending at the waist, her pert, little arse in the air, colored red by my palm, the outline of my fingers visible against her pale skin.

“I’ll get a ride from someone else. Or I can just call a taxi. That would have been the smart thing to do anyway. I can be so silly sometimes. If I just took a minute to think things through instead of being so impulsive, I’d figure a lot out much quicker. The only time I really focus like that is when I’m writing, but it’s so much easier to just get lost in those fantasies. Or baking! Baking is even better. And, shit, I’m rambling. I’ll just go now.” I forced a chuckle at the end of that. When he didn’t respond, eyes boring into me, I stepped off the porch and tossed a hasty goodnight over my shoulder. A block away from his house I stumbled and barely caught myself. I realized that the pain

"Alan you don't like pineapples" "Well now I do" Alanna’s face scrunched as he chewed the sour fruit. Wyatt sighed grabbing a napkin and placing it in front him, Alan quickly spitted on it and grabbed a nearby water bottle. "Wilder touch my heart! Can you feel it?" Nikolai asked grabbing Wilder’s hand and placing it on top of his heart. Wilder’s eyes widen as he felt something beating rapidly against his hand. Right when Wilder was about respond the doors slammed open. "Wilder, my brother is telling me that you were- oh... so it's true?" Malik frowned.

Practically howling in my ears. The crowd parted around me as a very naked man–The Savage himself–got up from the street and stalked straight toward me. My body immediately heated up, and my heart went haywire. As he paused inches from me with a deep scowl set on his bloody face, it was then that I understood what my wolf was trying to tell me. The Savage was my mate. Oh. My… A wild excitement pulsed through me, and I managed a slight, shaky smile. I had dreamed about what my mate would look like. Never in my wildest dreams had I…

She nods. "Who's there?" I ask, moving forward. I can smell her. It's a disgusting scent. Like a dog, a stray dog. I hear steps and the scent is gone. "You can relax, Molly. Whoever it was, went away." I return to her. "You were impressive, Woods." She kisses my cheek. Involuntary I turn the face and her lips hit mine. She gets super red and I hear her heart rate and breathing. I'm in wolf mode. That stray dog alarmed my inner wolf.