Wild Woman Book Novels & Stories

And as we ate, we watched one of Lucy's cartoons again. I'm starting to like these crazy animations. Lucy fell asleep and I took her to her bedroom. I headed back to Danica’s bedroom to check on her one more time. I leaned against the door seeing her knee-deep in the book she was reading. I took a peek at the cover to see what kept her so entranced, and I smiled when I saw it. Man into Woman, written by Lili Elbe and published posthumously in 1933. I watched her as she read the book.

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.

It wasn’t every day I got to see the Savage himself at one of these races. I tilted my head skyward, spotting rows upon rows of werewolves lining the rooftops of the buildings–the onyx sky dappled with the brilliant glow of their eyes. It was a kaleidoscope of color as they peered around, leaving warped, mystical shapes in their wake. My attention snagged toward a woman standing a few people to our left, raising her candy-red blouse and flashed her chest toward the bikers. Her shrill voice carried over the crowd despite the noise as she shouted, “Savage! Hey Savage! Look here, baby!”

Books that offered shelter to those still lost in the storm. She took a deep breath, filling her lungs with the sweet air of that late afternoon, feeling the warmth of Luka, the solidity of Elias, and the heartbeat of Zion against her back. She thought of the seventeen-year-old girl who had walked into that bookstore on a rainy afternoon, seeking refuge in someone else’s pages because she still didn’t know that one day she would have her own to offer. She thought of the broken woman she had been, of the painful but necessary crossing, of the moments when she had almost given up.

"What makes you say that?" "Because you're wearing the dress. The one you wear when you want to distract me from asking questions." His grip on her waist tightened. "So I'll ask again. What happened?" She should tell him about the note. She should show him the drawer full of threats and let him handle it. That was what people in love did. They shared their burdens. But a stubborn voice in her head whispered that she didn't need a man to fight her battles. She had survived years on her own before Drake Montenegro walked into her life. She could survive a few anonymous letters.

The woman stepped forward first, fingers trailing down Lila’s arm. “Beautiful,” she murmured. “We’ve been looking for someone exactly like you.” The man moved behind Lila, hands settling possessively on her hips. “Safe word?” he asked, lips brushing her ear. Lila swallowed. Voice barely a whisper. “Red.” He chuckled darkly. “Good girl.” The woman’s hand slid to the zipper at the back of Lila’s dress. “Then let’s begin.”

“I'm sorry.” “No, you're not,” she said, her stare was already pressing down on me. Because annoyingly, she was somehow right. “She actually spent almost half of her day here,” the woman added. “Doing what exactly?” She stared at me again, as if thinking whether to keep this conversation going or not. “Reading of course, what else?” “What was she basically reading about?” “Almost everything,” she gestured towards the space in the bookstore. That was when my eyes drifted towards them. Almost all the book covers were about wolves and leaders. But there wasn't any picture on them, just words.

We never went back to normal, and honestly, none of us wanted to. That wild night changed us all. Some secrets don’t destroy you, they open doors you never knew existed. The End

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.

However, that girl was an exception. Like a firefly, she flew into my world. It was a nonchalant glance at first, like two strangers crossing path until her beauty pulled me in. I couldn't help but stare at her again from the corner of my eyes, wondering who she was, but remembering how Lilith would join me in a day, I refrained myself and decided to walk away. I might not be a Saint, I might love killing, love seeing blood, and doing wild things, but I preferred to be loyal to my girl... But Calista changed everything for me ~