Wild Night Book Novels & Stories

​Chapter 23 ​VAREEN ​"What did I do this time?" I heard Raze groan, which made me open my eyes. Last night wasn't fun at all. After the hot kisses we shared, he suddenly fell asleep on top of me. It's a good thing that what shouldn't have happened didn't happen. ​"Vareen, shit." He shot up from the bed when he saw me. He looked away and closed his eyes tightly. "What happened last night? What did we do? Fuck! I thought I was just hallucinating!" he asked, still not looking at me.

As soon as I cleared the Sydney airport checkpoint on Sunday afternoon, I headed straight for the bookstore. A pile of hardcover books near the entrance caught my eye. The pyramid under construction highlighted Wild, the new book by one of the most popular novelists. The clerk attached “autographed copy” stickers to the covers, which, with their mysterious flames in yellow and red on a black background, gave them a garish touch, drawing attention. As a sociologist specializing in the study of Brazilian aborigines, I knew Daniel. He had aboriginal ancestry and wrote paranormal mystery stories starring a Brazilian aboriginal policeman.

I picked up another book. The second book I picked, Spells of the Wild: Mystical Incantations for Shape-Shifters," was boldly written on it. Seeing that spell on top of the book piqued my interest. I flipped the first page of the book; it was empty, as was the second page. It was until the last page that I found: do you want to delve into enchantments that blur the lines between human and beast, rituals that harness the magic of transformation, and secrets of the wild waiting to be unlocked? Look for moonlight enchantments. Isn’t this kind of crazy? I had thought I would be able to find something helpful here, and now it was referring to checking for some other book. Where do I find that?

As I took small bites of my meal, my mind wandered back to the book's descriptions. When breakfast was finally over, I excused myself politely and headed back to the garden. I retrieved the book from its hiding place and found a secluded spot where I could read in peace. The more I read, the more I realized how much had been lost to history. The white wolves were not the monsters they had been made out to be. They were beings of incredible power and kindness, who had only sought to live in harmony with others.

In sleep, she looked so innocent, unburdened by the responsibilities that weighed on us both. Silently, I crossed the room to where my travel bag lay. Digging through its contents, I pulled out a book I had brought with me from the city. The leather cover was worn, its pages yellowed with age—a relic, much like the secrets it contained. Settling back into bed, I opened the book, eager to lose myself in its ancient wisdom. The familiar scent of parchment and ink-filled my nostrils as I started to read. This book, unlike any other, held unparalleled information about the spirit wolf and its significance. My eyes glided over the pages, absorbing each word with a ravenous hunger.

The wildflowers were in bloom, and then I stopped, for both wolves began to morph and change until they were the two men I was with that evening. The next morning, I woke to the brunette pushing into me and then the blond woke and braced me against him, fondling my breasts, watching the other man. Tingles traveled over my body until I screamed my orgasm, my walls clenching his length as he pushed in and out of me until he, too, found release. Then he pulled me to his chest and his lips descended upon mine, as the blonde pushed into me from behind. He started slowly at first but then pushed faster and harder, my walls clenching his length, until I gasped in the brunette's mouth, and then the

Finn, the apparent leader of this abduction, leaned down over her, his eyes gleaming in the light of the fire. “There’s no one to hear you scream, and if you utter a sound, I’ll rattle your jaw.” She nodded her understanding and crawled to an upright position. He nudged her backside with his boot and chuckled when she whirled around in outrage. “There’s a blanket by the fire. Get on it and get some sleep. We leave at first light.”

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.

The bike leaped forward, tires spitting gravel, carrying her into the dark road that led away from everything she had ever known. In the rear-view mirror, the wild roses at the edge of the trees seemed to lean after her, as if whispering a promise she couldn’t quite hear yet. She didn’t look back again. But she knew, with every beat of her broken heart, that this wasn’t the end. It was only the beginning of the hunt for the rogue that had killed her mate. She drew a bitter breath as the scrape of a chair shifted her back to reality. She was frozen, standing behind the bar, staring at a face she once thought she knew so well.

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.