Wildest Fantasy Mga Nobela at Kwento

JAMES I woke up in a vast field of vibrant wildflowers, their delicate petals brushing against my skin as a gentle breeze whispered through the air. Initially, confusion washed over me, for I was certain I should have been somewhere else. Yet, lying there among the blossoms, gazing up at the expanse of the cerulean sky, a sense of pure bliss enveloped me. I wanted to stay there forever. It felt like heaven.

I shouldn't be touching that nice remote, nor should I be diving into the swirl of sheets in the colossal mattress. Closing my eyes, I try not to focus on the waves of opulence surrounding me. I imagine myself as a fierce warrior fighting a group of familiar werewolves for freedom. Even the thought brings a smile to my face. But I have to be honest with myself; is this fantasy really possible? Could I fight these gifted werewolves and have any chance of winning? Could I take even one of them? I give up all hope of resistance and sink into the mellow depths of paradise.

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.

Leaves and twigs crushed beneath his weight as he sprinted through the underbrush, the wildness of the wilderness matching the untamed fury in his heart. As he raced deeper into the woods, memories of the encounter with Alpha Drake and Amanda, coupled with what happened at Jane's home tore at William's heart. He had heard stories of lone wolves seeking solace in the embrace of nature, finding peace amidst the untamed beauty of the forest. In his anger and confusion, he hoped that the wilderness would grant him the clarity he so desperately needed.

She was burning up. Let him look his fill at her in the broad daylight, steam rising off her flushed, naked body. The thought of his eyes on her made her nipples tingle, and she cupped her breasts tenderly in her hands, flinging her head back to the pelting rain. She swayed, lifting her arms like a pagan goddess, dancing a sultry dance of sexual abandon. She scooped hot water over herself and watched the droplets beading on her heated skin, rolling down her body. She was a fey, sylvan creature, lost in her own sensual fantasy, wild and wanton and mysterious.

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.

As his eyes closed, he waited for a woman to appear in his set. He was alone in the middle of his own creation, the dark monochrome alley that still flickered on his computer screen. It was somewhere on the outskirts of a sprawling futuristic city, and deserted, Twilight gleamed greyly, and the faint thud-thud of hard rock music told him he was near an entertainment area. He felt excellent now: strong and sexy, ready for anything, and deep deep into his fantasy. ‘Hello, J.J.’

The wilderness was empty. The fighting vigor in the distance was long gone. This wilderness gave people a feeling that it was like the edge of the continent, without a blade of grass. It was full of deathly stillness. If ordinary people came here, they would be tortured into a madman in a short time. After Caspian came here, he did not stop. He flapped his blood-red wings and flew straight up to the wilderness. With a rumble, the air blast, like a heavy cannon, smashed the ground within a radius of 50 kilometers to collapse.

I keep dreaming about him when ever he promises to visit. Why? My plan to get Dave didn't work but Jane or should I say vikander did it all for me. Even though Dave and I aren't together I know we will be very soon. Vikander such an evil name, well, jane turned out to be a gold digger just as Melissa but worst. She and her parents tried to get rid of the Wests, that said they killed their son which turned out to be a lie. Her dad hatred was because Mr West refused to give shares to him. But why would he, he knows that he was evil.

“It doesn’t, child. Forever means we keep choosing.” Tare kicked dust. “But I’m tired of other people’s pain. I want my own sky.” That night, his moon pulsed red. Not from choice. From anger. He ran. Out of the Circle city. Past the buried stones that said *CHOOSE*. Past the gardens. Into the Wildlands where no wolves had gone in 500 years. The Wildlands were forbidden. Not by law. By memory. This was where the last temple of “one moon” crumbled. Where wolves once lived without choice.