Novel & Cerita Wild Wife

Something that looked almost like pain. "Where did you hear that name?" he asked carefully. "Does it matter?" "Yes." She pulled away from his touch and walked to the balcony railing, gripping the cold metal. "There was a photograph in your kitchen. On the island. You and a blonde woman in Monte Carlo. Her name was written on the back." Drake was quiet for a long moment. Then he moved to stand beside her, his hands gripping the railing as well, careful not to touch her. "Celeste is my ex wife," he said.

And so Alan found himself astride his horse with the woman draped across the saddle in front of him, her body shielded in the crook of one arm, while Crispen sat on his other leg, his head nestled against her bosom. He glared at his men, daring even one of them to laugh. Hell, he had to relinquish his sword for the duty of carrying the two extra persons, never mind their weight didn’t equal that of a single warrior. Edward just better be damn grateful. He could decide what was to be done with the woman just as soon as Alan dumped her into Edward’s lap. As soon as they crossed over the border onto Woods land, a shout went up that echoed through the hills, and in the distance, Mary heard the c

she calls out. I don’t respond. Because the truth is— I’ve never wanted the same woman twice in my life. Never wanted to. But Amelia, she will be my ruin. My wild obsession.

I whispered, my throat raw from screaming. ​Marcus laughed, a harsh, barking sound. "Not our problem. North is the only way that doesn't lead into Ally territory. You go North, you hit the Wildlands." ​The Wildlands. ​The unclaimed territory. A vast expanse of dense, frozen forests and jagged mountains inhabited only by rogues—wolves gone mad with bloodlust—and things even worse than rogues. It was a death sentence. Kaelen hadn't just exiled me; he had politely told me to go die somewhere he wouldn't have to smell the corpse.

Wilder was in his apartment, feeling bored and restless. It was the weekend and he badly wished there was either work or school. He wanted to see those triplets or Olivia. He was checking out channels on the television when his phone beeped and he grabbed it. “Rogues are attacking us” It was a brief message and his eyes blazed with fury as he rushed out, he went to grab his keeps and raced out of the house to the woods. He reached and dashed out, forgetting about the car as he shifted when no one was in sight and raced in. He reached the back house to see everywhere disorganized and his people running around.

he decided to wait for her to either calm down or talk to them. The silence stretched on as Wild looked around once more before sitting down. He could wait. Nobody was coming yet. "Wild, what's going on?" Jon whispered, to which Wild quickly shushed him. He stared up expectantly, waiting for her to recognize him as non-threatening and speak up. It took longer than either of them really liked, but if people were searching on the director's order, they weren't in Wild's range. "W-what are you..?" She finally asked. There was a guttural sound to her voice, like a growl or perhaps a meow of sorts. "A wolf hybrid. What are you?" Wild replied back. "... I am... a puma hybrid..." Wild could tell sh

But it had happened to the Gray’s; one of the strongest breeds of our kind. Though she had the signature silver blonde hair of a white wolf, Wilda had not turned or showed the signs of turning when she had turned thirteen, as most white wolves did. The situation had been of interest to packs around the Crimson Hills pack that was led by her late father, may the moon goddess rest his soul, and many had thought that perhaps she was a late bloomer.

She had also aligned herself with The Norn, a global organization that held the Gores' hopes of making a comeback. She snapped her fingers, and a bald man named Wild Wolf stepped forward, his arm resembling an iron rod. Yvonne used her lipstick to write her name on his palm, then gave him an order as though she were a queen, "Take my insignia and find that clueless boy. Tell him to break his own arm and send the woman Mr. Abditus likes as an apology. This is his only chance..." Wild Wolf, an excellent marksman, chose to remain with Yvonne instead of joining an international shooting team. His status had risen over the years, making him feel invincible.

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.

"For now." "Why." "Because I want to see what happens when Wilder breaks." She said it soft. Almost dreamy. Like it was a thing she'd wanted a long time and could finally taste. "He's held that pack together on a straight back and a shut face for years. Never a crack. Not one. And then he goes into the woods and marks a waitress because his wolf couldn't keep it in its pants." Her eyes ran over Maya again, slow, head to foot. "You're the crack. I've been waiting a long time for a crack in that man.