Wild Things By Alessia Cara Novels & Stories

Like it knew something she didn’t. She rubbed her arms, shaking off the thought. She had sat in the living room alone for a while after Elara had left her but she was starting to feel suffocated so she slipped outside when no one noticed, and decided to go out for an evening walk. The Liaison estate was grand, spreading out into well-trimmed gardens before filling out into the wild treeline. Garrick liked to say he kept the wild at bay, but Irvine often thought the wild kept itself alive, waiting, and bidding. Tonight, she wanted to feel it wrap around her.

She fell forward onto four legs, her body now a full wolf, sleek and powerful. Joy rushed through her like wind. She took off running, paws pounding the forest floor, wind whipping through her new fur. The pack heard her and came flanking her sides, wolves loping along, their eyes bright in the dark. They ran together, free and wild, chasing shadows and scents through the trees. Sia's heart soared, no more human worries, just the thrill of the hunt and the moon's call.

Tamar promises to cover for her if her guard detail of Dean, Walker, Ross and Brent wakes up. After that, as Miriam ran towards the Misty Mountain Pack border, she listened to music on her headphones and sang along. "I'm friends with the monster That's under my bed. Get along with the voices Inside of my head. You're tryin' to save me. Stop holdin' your breath. And you think I'm crazy. Yeah, you think I'm crazy?" The Monster by Eminem and Rihanna.

Kira led the way, her fur illuminated by the moonlight, and I chased after her, matching her pace. The thrill of the chase, the rhythmic pounding of our paws against the earth, and the crisp night air against our fur created an enchanting symphony of sensations. We darted through the moonlit glades, our wolves revelling in the untamed beauty of the wilderness. The forest embraced us with its ancient whispers, and for a brief moment, the worries of the world seemed to fade away.

Honestly, the men in the room had expected something terrible considering Alessia’s shrill voice when she yelled, but they were given the surprise of their lives when they heard her sing. Most of them had even covered their ears, preparing themselves for the disastrous moment, including Dante. Marco leaned his head against the wall, a small smile evident on his face as he watched her. With her eyes closed, she sang the song titled “Blackbirds by The Beatles”. Her voice was soft at first, but it grew stronger with time, filling the room with a sense of liberation and Hope. “Blackbird singing in the dead of night, Take these broken wings and learn to fly. All your life, you were only waiting f

She could almost see his hips driving deep, his face tight with focus and raw hunger. The moans from the other side of the wall grew louder. The girl was whimpering now, a frantic, needy sound that made Lena’s stomach flip. Caleb grunted through his teeth, a rough, primal rhythm pounding into the mattress. Lena’s fingers crept into her panties before she could even think to stop them. She was already slick, her body betrayed by the simple sound of his pleasure.

At first, I could only hear the muffled voices of people I barely recognized. Even though I wanted to move, my body felt too heavy. Just lifting a finger suddenly felt like carrying a 60 kg dumbbell with only one hand. Little by little, the voices became clearer and I managed to identify that one of them was my secretary, Viola.

If you like music while you read, try “Surrender” by Natalie Taylor. It’s what I listened to while writing this song, and is perfect for Cara’s heart here! ***** ~ CARA ~ Rig taking me the second time was new and different, and utterly overwhelming. His intensity in his kiss, in his eyes, had already got my body thrilling. But there was something else—something he pulled from the darkness… as if he was giving it away. Giving it to me.

Fingernails grew and sharpened before Her eyes And for maybe Not quite the first time She felt alive The strange symptoms Of her youth The pawprints in the Yard, the lust for Jack London, the undercooked meat Calling the moon by her Boyfriend's name When her phone was ringing With his number lighting up the screen Calling her boyfriend The moon And thinking about sinking her Teeth into him The people who loved her Pushing for a lock up Questioning her sanity The people who loved her Trying to understand It was all so Unsettling, it was all so Mindbending how much louder the Wild called to her And how it knew her name Without any introductions And naturally her instincts Took over And superna