Wild Woman Book Novels & Stories

Different, special, beautiful, smart Kathy. The girl he was proud to love. The girl who also, the next day, was the subject of the University's official paper, which reported about the possibility of wild wolves having found its way into the University's wood. Thank you so much for supporting my 2nd pubished book. Hope to see you on my 3rd Romance Novel Stories. Please support my next stories, Thank you!

In the depths of her solitude, Rita found solace in exploring the vast archives of the village library. The scent of aged parchment and the whispered echoes of ancient wisdom filled her senses as she delved into the stories of the past. Within the faded pages of forgotten journals, Rita discovered a connection to a time long gone. The tales of strong, independent women who had fearlessly carved their own paths ignited a spark within her. Their stories awakened her belief in the possibility of a different fate, of a life filled with purpose and love.

I have heard she is not to be underestimated. And I saw it with my own eyes. She is young. Or at least a few years younger than I am. But her techniques are not of someone with poor knowledge defending herself and making her offenders regret provoking her. I am sure she had a good drink. She almost finished a bottle of bourbon at the bar. But she can still fight without even the slightest difficulty. She is amazing! I admit. She is as the rumors say she is. Ruthless. A woman without mercy towards her enemy. I can tell she is not an awful person based on how she considered my request despite the clear and irrefutable fact that we are total strangers. She is not even aware I am after her life.

She has an innocent face but when it's time for bedtime, she's wild enough to get a man like me to go to his knees and licked that pussy admiringly. I'm looking at her slow action profoundly as I wait for her next exciting move patiently. I am pausing calmly to see her finally riding my cock, just like a wild bitch. I know bitch is not the correct word for my darling. But the dirty words are just like fuel when it comes to sex. They help you to feel hotter and aroused. Even the women also liked to hear these words during sex. They will not go to confess that, but they all loved to hear dirty talk from their man doing this kind of stuff. Because this made them go more wild and crazy with thei

About a year and a half ago, after Victor had gained full conscious and was able to move around his chambers, the large library was the first place he visited. Lady Waina, bless her resting soul, had suggested that she writes her final book before she sleeps forever. With the help of Victor and Mirra, Lady Waina was able to write a book about my wife. The three had filled in all they knew, creating a work of art. They drew Frost in the best way possible. They wrote her struggles, her support, her acts as a king to protect me, the love we shared and finally, her departure to the land beyond the five Kingdoms.

Smiling softly at the strength that the woman was trying to lend her. It made her heart beat faster; she was beginning to have feelings for the wolf. Candy didn’t look like she would be the affectionate type to Annie, with her wild pink streaked blue hair. Her arms were bare in the tank top she had on, showing arms that were muscular from beating away at her drums. Her shorts didn’t do much to cover up legs that were toned and strong from hours spent running.

She whispered into the silence, “Goodbye.” Eva touched her hand, grounding her. “He chose to disappear. We choose to stay.” *** That evening, the villa gathered around the hearth. The children insisted on reading from Eva’s manuscript—her book, titled Hidden Vows. She stood with her small frame lit by the glow of the fire, her voice weaving words into the night: “Once there was a woman who forgot herself, but she found herself again in the eyes of her daughters. She was not the same as before—she was more. She was every version of herself, broken and remade. And in that truth, she was free.”

She raises her hand high to the sky and a black dust hurl in circles in her hand, materializing into a large book with covers made of skin and leather. “What is it?” I asked. “My book,” the White Witch answered plainly. “It gave me some insights on what sort of magic we are dealing with.” The White Witch wondered off into the forest again, reading. “Where do you think she is off to now?” Conrad asked. “I don’t know,” I replied. It was getting cold but cold was nothing to wolves especially under the full moon. “What do you think she mean by ‘intriguing and shocking at the same time’?” I asked Conrad.

I try again to mind link him with no answer. I hear footsteps down the hall coming towards my door. I quickly stand as tall as possible, which is hard because I am so tired and my legs barely hold me up anymore. I have to though; I refuse to show him any sign of weakness. The door opens and in walks Shane, his signature smirk and a rose. "Good morning beautiful!" ***End of Book 1*** Book 2 titled: The Rogue's Winter Revenge is complete and can be found here on Good Novel now! Make sure you put the ' in Rogue's 😘😘😘😘

, I’m almost groaning. "Don't get me wrong,” she says slowly, her gelatine-like eyes burned with sincerity as she gazed at me. “There is a beauty in your rebellious spirit and all. Your defiance of women's place in our New Eden. And I admire that. But let's be real, Amber. It's a beauty that women in our position can't afford. Your defiance ain't going to get you anywhere, sweetheart. It’s just a slow, painful sucide," she said