Wild Crush Book Novels & Stories

An escort website. Heat rushed to my face and I felt myself blush, even though I was alone in my room. My eyes skimmed the screen, taking in the pictures, the words, the promises. My heart started beating faster, and panic mixed with curiosity in my chest. “No,” I whispered to myself. “I’m not doing this.” I exited the site quickly and dropped my phone onto the bed like it had burned me. I stared at the ceiling, trying to calm down, telling myself that was ridiculous. That this wasn’t me. That I would never do something like that.

hello all I just want to inform you that I by mistake got two new chapters mixed up with each other. and added chapter 20 before chapter 19. I fixed this and am only waiting for the editor to accept the changes. I apologize for the confusion also I read in some comments there was a bit of confusion about Aiden. for those who read the first book "the king and the rejected she-wolf" a while back you would know Aiden as the boy Kai that Mack adopted.

Maybe I'll kiss your scars and wrap your insecurities around the sun and we will watch it burn like the sky on a new year. Maybe I'll kiss your soul and ask your spirit if it is new here.. I've seen you before I've loved you before I died and came back Just to love you some more_______ CRYSTAL------ Before you met me, my day was calm and my night was restless I am not oblivious to the chaos asleep in my heart Or the tornado flushing in my head There is a hurricane wheezing around my lungs A summer heat bubbling in my belly Pent up frustration hovers beside my ears

However, that girl was an exception. Like a firefly, she flew into my world. It was a nonchalant glance at first, like two strangers crossing path until her beauty pulled me in. I couldn't help but stare at her again from the corner of my eyes, wondering who she was, but remembering how Lilith would join me in a day, I refrained myself and decided to walk away. I might not be a Saint, I might love killing, love seeing blood, and doing wild things, but I preferred to be loyal to my girl... But Calista changed everything for me ~

Crystal immediately turned towards the bookshelf and closed herself while cruising herself for shamelessly staring at him as if he were her favourite food. "D.. drooling? Huh, I wanted to say that I am not sleepy, so I'll read a book." Crystal made an excuse to escape from this embarr*ssment. She instantly walked near the bookshelf while Ramso just chuckled after seeing her running like a kid who was caught while eating chocolates. Crystal noticed that the bookshelf was out of her reach, so she tried to get a book, but it was not working. While Ramos just kept staring at her, smiling after seeing her jumping lowly to get a book.

Maybe I am dreaming… yes, life has been so stressful recently and that is what is happening but that book keeps on grabbing my attention. Moving towards it, I see that the cover is practically made of crystal. It is so sparkly and I can’t resist touching it. As my hand drags along the book, I feel this longing towards it. As it were mine so I flip it open and a gust of wind hits me in the face and multiple images flashes in my mind.

So she flipped through her book for a few more minutes, pretending she was interested. Finally, when she was very nearly finished with waiting, she looked up and was totally pissed to see Krista walking into the back of the library. She was carrying her books and looked a little bit rushed, but that made sense since she was late. Her short brown hair was disheveled and was not dressed like usual. Callista definitely thought that Krista was pretty, there is no doubt about that. But she usually dressed super conservative, like long black pants and thick, baggy white sweaters. But even though it was cold outside, Krista was dressed in a more playful fashion. She was wearing a pair of skin tight

NIGHT’S OF CONFESSIONS BY THE WATERFALL PART TWO JessBlue We were sitting by the rock listening to the water cascading down to the river when Cristina decided to share her story with me. I am glad that Cristina felt comfortable enough to confide in me. She is a great person to spend time with and is a sweet and genuine person. I can see her as my friend, and I would love to share my story with her.

“Call me when you’re done being crazy, Lyra. Or don’t. I’m tired of this.” The door slammed behind him. The sound reverberated through the quiet apartment, leaving only the rain and my ragged breathing. I stood there for a long moment, cheeks burning with shame and something else I couldn’t name. Slowly, I walked to the worktable. My fingers trembled as I broke the crimson seal. The paper fell away, revealing an old leather-bound volume, its cover embossed with faded gold lettering in a language that looked like a mix of Latin and something far older.

As Riana read on and on about Angela she was amused, she couldn't believe that the innocent-looking girl could be this cruel. Perhaps the sayings. ' Don't judge a book by its cover ' ' Wolves in sheep clothing. ' Are true after all. She soon got to find out how Angela made sure to eliminate people in her way to get whatever she wanted and also how she sent hired assassins to her competitor just to win a competitor. Riana shivered involuntarily as she read on, then she thought. ' if a young girl of Seventeen could do this what more could an older girl do? '