Wild At Heart Novel Novels & Stories

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.

He took her to the tree line, where the grass gave out and the dark started. "Shoes off," he said. "I'm not wearing shoes." "Then feel the ground." The grass was cold and soaked and it squelched between her toes, and she felt ridiculous, and she did it anyway. Wilder stopped in front of her. Close. Close enough that under the pine and the rain she caught plain soap, and warm skin, and wolf. "Close your eyes." "No." "Close them, Maya." She did. "Listen." Wind in the needles. An owl, somewhere left. Her own heart, going too fast.

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.

_______________ **BLURB** Book 1] CRIMSON : 'Il Velo di MINE' {The Veil of Mine} from MAFIA DARK ROMANCE MINE series He lowered his head, his pupils burning like an ignited flame. "Maybe you think you can escape from me... BUT YOU CAN'T GET AWAY FROM ME", He whispered softly in her ears, causing her to shiver under his gaze. He was her WARMTH. She was his PEACE. but everything was not this simple at all. *** Zafira Wilder, a 30-year-old divorcee, thought she had escaped the shadows of her past, but her world is about to be shattered.

The isolation that had once been about survival was now about peace. Raven sat on the porch swing, a laptop balanced on her knees as she worked on the book that had become her passion project. The working title was "Justice Served Cold: A Story of Redemption and Revenge," though she was still debating whether to publish it under her real name or maintain the fiction of Raven Steele.

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.

“You did nothing wrong.” Her pulse refused to slow. The Northern Wolves. The book. She had taken it without understanding why, back when escape had been all instinct and terror. Taken it from Lucian’s study, heart racing as if it already knew it mattered. It told a history Wildbourne never taught. Wolves as balance. Hunters as something broken long ago. Some nights she believed it completely. Other nights, she feared it was dangerous just to read. It had become Ever’s favourite story. Now she knelt in the sandpit, holding Ever close, eyes darting as the ground beneath them seemed to hum.