Wild Wife Novels & Stories

The familiar WildLife dashboard filled the screen with unread messages, unfinished drafts For a long moment, I simply stared at it. This little corner of the internet had changed my life. It taught me that hiding behind a name was easier than believing in my own voice. Today, I didn't need it anymore. My fingers rested on the keyboard as I clicked New Post. The cursor blinked patiently, then I began to type. ‘Every story deserves an ending. WildLife began because one lonely girl was too afraid to let the world hear her own voice. Somewhere along the way, I realized the goal was never to stay hidden. It was to find the courage to stop hiding.

I could hear Astrid's lips part slightly as she whispered this time. "What does it say?" I asked. Astrid smiled to my question and for the first time, I could only wonder what she was being revealed. Does it have to do with me in any way? "The wild," Astrid chanted. "It's all I see." "The wild?" "It's the beginning and the end," Astrid added. Her talks and choice of words only got me way confused because the only wild known in the whole of Luparia are two— the punisher and the maker and breaker's wild. Or does my fate ends with the punisher?No, it can't be.

Iris moaned, her tits bouncing wildly as he pounded into her from behind. Cathy couldn’t help but stare. The fantasy she had played over and over in her mind for a long time was happening right in front of her, more vivid and visceral than any dream. She had wondered for months how to bridge the gap, how to make the first move in this strange, blended family dynamic. But today, the heat and the proximity had finally broken her resolve. She decided right then to go with the flow, she saw a dildo just close to where she stood she picked it up and decided to use it to please herself while convincing herself that he is her stepbrother which means joining in isn't allowed.

She was Lyra, a werewolf alone in the vast wilderness, forging her path, and defining her destiny on her terms. Her journey was a constant struggle for survival, but the wilderness also revealed unexpected beauty. The vibrant colors of the wildflowers, the majesty of ancient trees, the mesmerizing dance of the Northern Lights—these moments of wonder brought a glimmer of hope, a reminder that even in darkness, beauty could exist.

“ANSWER THE FUCKING PHONE, DUKE!” She tried again. And again. Each time she heard the faint click, then silence until her tears turned to rage. “Coward!! YOU ARE A FUCKING COWARD!” she whispered, voice trembling. “You coward… You were supposed to protect him… You promised me... You swore on your life...” On the other side of the city... In a lavish suite draped in champagne silk, Lisa Zhou sat cross-legged on Duke Sallow’s bed, her hair spilling over his bare chest as she smirked down at the glowing phone in her hand. The name "My Woman” blinked across the screen like a dying light.

she asks. ​"Five years." Vareen's eyes narrowed at him. How did he manage to hide from me for five years that he was married? "Please meet, Xamira Rivello-Lucio." ​Vareen smiled at the woman, and she offered her a handshake. She accepted it and hugged Vareen. Xamira is indeed a stunning woman, a famous singer just like Raze. They met once in the weirdest moment they ever encountered in their life. That's why she's familiar; they sometimes see her in magazines and on the news. She's way more beautiful up close. It is good to know that Raze already found his new life; it's good for him.

She couldn’t help but feel defensive over her twin, it was the first time she had seen her cry in front of their parents ever since they were young. “Zella Violet Vailant, your dearest older twin sister, decided that it was a good idea to give herself up to a random man and have herself knocked up with his bastard.” Skye felt her twin flinch under their mother’s scathing tone, and almost instinctively Skye held her sister tighter closer to her as if hiding her from a bad person.

“I’ve never met them, so I don’t know what their scent is like. If I let the wolf out, he’d just wander around aimlessly.” “No, he’d probably roll around in the dirt,” WILDER says. WILDER gets along surprisingly well with my wolf aspect, for someone who has no shifter in him at all. When he first joined our harem, I expected that he and I would find it difficult to be around each other, but I think we’ve both been surprised by how easy and harmonious it’s been. Suddenly, my ears prick at the sound of a twig snapping. I throw out a hand and catch WILDER’s arm, pressing a finger to my lips.

Vivian was behind the bar, moving fast, her dark hair tied up in a messy knot, cheeks flushed as she poured drinks and flirted her way through tips. “Hey, Viv,” Rose called as she slid behind the counter. “You can head out. I’ve got it from here.” Vivian looked up, relief lighting her whole face. “You are an absolute angel.” Her voice dropped as she leaned in, eyes sparkling. “You just missed the most sinful man I have ever seen in my life.” Rose snorted, grabbing a cloth and wiping down the counter. “That’s a low bar in here.” “I am serious,” Vivian insisted, fanning herself dramatically. “The president of the Road Wolves. The way that man looked at me…” She paused, hand pressing to her che

I said and we navigated inside the forest. We went back to the location where I saw wolves and wild boars strolling around and with my hunting gear, I'm not scared anymore to do a quick shot to any wild animals in the wilderness. I smelled the fresh air and it made me feel alive again. I remember the day where I saw a beautiful maiden lying unconscious on the muddy ground and that's when I found my lovely wife Marie. I never thought that she was coming from a wizard family because she kept it from me but little did she know that since the day she left me and showed up magically on our bed. Still, I accepted her because I loved her. Maybe it's time to call her here and maybe she will emerge a