Wild At Heart Novel Novels & Stories

Chapter 1: The Howl in the Forest The ancient woods whispered secrets as I pushed through the underbrush, my boots sinking into the damp earth beneath a canopy of towering pines. Moonlight filtered through the leaves in silvery shafts, casting an ethereal glow that made the night feel alive, pulsing with hidden energy. I had come to this remote mountain town for solitude after the betrayal in the city—my ex-fiancé’s lies still stinging like fresh wounds. As a wildlife photographer, I told myself this assignment was perfect: capturing rare nocturnal creatures for a prestigious magazine. But deep down, I knew I was running from the emptiness that had settled in my chest, the longing for someth

"But I cried anyway. When they transplanted Nathan's heart, I locked myself in the men's room the whole time, smoking and unable to stop my tears. Even Sue never managed to find me. "Also, the title of Mrs. Frost wasn't meant to be compensation… Because for me, you're the only one who can be my wife. "I now see Sue for what she truly is, but it's too little, too late. "I've fallen in love with you before I knew it, Wanda, even if telling you now is pointless." As he finished, I remembered that meteor shower that he had spent millions making for me. I crossed my fingers, making a wish as the shooting star left a fiery trail to the night sky.

They pitied me for years while I planned a future that never existed. Tears blur everything. I trip over a root and fall hard, scraping my knees, but I push up and keep going. The dress tears at the hem. I do not stop to fix it. I just want to disappear. The trees grow thicker here. I realize I have crossed the border into the Wildlands. Neutral territory. Rogues. Dangerous wolves who answer to no pack. Normally that thought would terrify me. Right now it feels like exactly where I belong. Let something out here end this nightmare.

And Wilder. Wilder was fire. Pine and rain and something under it, something old and tired and so, so angry, banked down low and held there by a will she could suddenly feel the size of. It was too much. All of it at once, a whole second world laid over the top of the one she knew. And under all of it, him. The shape of him. More than she'd ever agreed to know about anybody. Then it was gone. Brown eyes again. The ordinary dark of her own apartment came slamming back, and her knees went out from under her.

One of Avery’s bare legs was hooked possessively over Vivian’s thigh, and her hand was splayed flat against the center of Vivian’s chest, resting right over her heart. The heat radiating between them was heavy and inescapable, a stark contrast to the sterile, organized life Vivian usually maintained. The barrier she had carefully constructed was gone, replaced by a quiet, shared warmth that felt both foreign and oddly grounding. Vivian lay perfectly still, her heart hammering against her ribs, terrified that any sudden movement would wake the woman beside her. Every sense was heightened, focused entirely on the weight and presence of Avery. She knew she should re-establish the perimeter, fin

Because when another woman wants your man, and he’s too broken to push her away, how far will you go to reclaim your place in his arms? A sinful, scorching tale of lust, betrayal, and the kind of love that ruins you beautifully. CHARACTERS: LEXIE STEVENS The Woman Who Survived Hell and Still Burns with Fire Matalino, matapang, at fiercely devoted. Lexie rebuilt her life from the ruins of betrayal. But behind her strength is a woman haunted by passion, jealousy, and the fear of losing the only man she’s ever truly loved. Sa kabila ng lahat, she craves Ram like a drug—and it’s killing her slowly.

I pulled out the latest BookTok darling from my backpack—the one with the cover everyone was blushing over—and flipped to where I’d left off. The girl in the book was officially snowed in at a remote cabin with her hot, brooding not-uncle and his even hotter sons. It was chaotic, messy, probably deeply inappropriate—and I was all in. I’d just hit the chapter with the spicy scene. You know the one. A fireplace. A blizzard. Tension so thick it needed a crowbar. I took a long sip of my lavender drink and sank deeper into the fantasy. This? This was exactly what I needed.

And Raven Steele—the woman who had walked into his world like vengeance incarnate and shown him what it meant to love something more than himself—was worth everything. "Come back to me," he whispered again, pressing her hand to his lips. "Please, baby. Come back to me." In the distance, dawn was breaking over a city where the Savage Saints now ruled unchallenged. But the only sunrise Jax cared about was the one he hoped to see in her eyes when she finally opened them. The war was over. Now came the hardest battle of all—learning to live in peace with the only woman who had ever made him want to be better than the violence that had shaped him.

Then, he waved to a waiter and ordered some food for us. Jared quietened down after the orders were taken and stared at me with his eyes glazed over, looking a little lost. I knew he had taken too big a sip of whiskey earlier and was struggling to stay clear-headed. Just as I wondered if I should take the opportunity to bring up my resignation and have him approve it while he was in a daze, I realized that he was burning a hole in my head with that blatant, fiery gaze of his. I felt my goosebumps rising.

Chapter One: A Chance at Normalcy ARIANA The forest sang beneath my paws. Every stride sent a rush of wind against my fur, the scents of pine and damp earth filling my nose like a soothing balm. Out here, I wasn’t the girl with blood on her name. I wasn’t the orphan whispered about in hushed tones. Out here, I was wild and free, my wolf untamed beneath the early morning sun.