Wildest Imagination Novels & Stories

Hearing these words are like a knife to my heart, kill ing any last hope that I had that this was all just a huge mistake. Hearing these words breaks what little part of my heart that has remained intact into a million pieces. Tears brim in my eyes and I try to blink them back. His words ring in my ears, taunting me for my stupid belief that maybe this wasn't really happening. "Wilder passed away.." I stand up and rush from the living room, heading upstairs to my bed. Behind me I hear my name being called but I ignore it as I flee. I have to make it to my room before I break down.

Caspian raised his hand, rubbed Little Candy's head, and said lightly, "It's impossible for you to tell which one is an illusion and which one is the real me. I'm just at Holy Land Realm, and I haven't mastered this method yet. At this moment, it was the Mirage White Tiger that created the illusion. And I'm afraid you don't know that when I was still in the sky, what you saw was already an illusion." As Caspian's voice fell, the sound of rolling water in the distance began to weaken. The mud all over the sky poured down like a rainstorm. The mud poured down and looked like a hole in the sky. At this moment, it was poured into the mud, forming a waterfall. This level of mud was nothing to Yat

“I’ve heard you. Can I go now?” “You haven’t given me an answer.” Snow shifts slightly, pressing her face under my chin. And for a moment, I drift. Isn’t this what I once wanted? An exit. A clean way out of a marriage that started as control and negotiation. I wanted out. God, I wanted out. I used to count imaginary days, plan imaginary escapes, build scenarios in my head where I left without looking back. I used to imagine freedom constantly—waking up without calculating his moods, living without guards, breathing without the weight of his world pressing down on me.

said Legolas. I blushed not looking towards him. Hmmm, I like this guy but nevermind, he's harsh to me. I stood to my feet, arms outstretched beside me, closing my eyes. I imagined myself as a raven flying through the sky as I slowly began spinning in circles. As I soared, I felt the cool air brush against my feathers and the warmth of the brilliant sun. I was gliding through the blue firmament, racing through large puffs of cotton. This was a dream come true for me. As the breeze died away, I came to a halt and lowered my hands to my sides. When I opened my eyes, I was standing in the middle of the forest, not the imaginative raven I had wished to be. I was in the meadow a while ago and cou

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.

I wished to taste her sweet things while making her long legs wrap around my strong waist and I fuck her mercilessly. I wanted to do doggy style to shove her from behind while my hands ran on her round ass freely. I know my wild imagination is wrong. As she's my girlfriend's daughter. But this is only what I could feel and imagine for now at this moment. There is a wide thought to see her deep cave and want to measure its depth with my fingers. I wanted to see her begging and moaning in my beneath while asking me to fuck her like a bitch! I wanted my back filled with her nail scratches.

After everyone showered, which got delayed because Ife was happy to be able to to get ravished by all of her mates at the same time, they enjoyed a candle light dinner on the balcony. Duskin updated her and the twins on his findings concerning Jacob and Esime. They had gone to another realm to hide out, one that wasn’t used freely and came with a steep price. They sacrificed a part of a soul every time they entered this realm and they most likely were using souls from the growing list of missing people. Ife suddenly felt an overwhelming feeling of doom headed their way. She didn’t know if it was for the pup or pups in her womb. If it was because of the battle ahead of them with Jacob and Esi

But Mom nodded slowly, clearly knowing what I was thinking. "I have no other choice. And neither do you." She looked away before pinning me with her gaze. "The full force of the storm will hit here, in Wilding Springs. Everywhere else should be safe. For a while." "But not for long." I knew the stories about the Wild, the natural disaster designed to destroy the world when it was time to end, a magical cleansing so nature and the Sidhe could start again. Nothing would remain, no sign of civilization or that we had ever been on earth. There would be nowhere to run or hide, not for me, not for Meira and Sassy.

Even the so-called beta didn't try to reach out as much as his son did. 'Raymond wants to rut with us.' 'Everyone knows that.' my wolf added when I ignored her first comment. I rolled my eyes. Even his sister was scared shit less of me. One time I threatened to chop off her liver and feed it to my wolf and it didn't take long before she cowered and ran out yelling that i was a Wildling and the name stuck in the mouths of others. "They are people who had to be excommunicated from their packs or covens because they could not conform to the rules. With us werewolves, it means they have lost their minds to their wolves and cannot function properly. They are more dangerous and wilder than normal.

Lira asked, her defiance crumbling into confusion. "You don't erase the old canvas," Elara said. "You find a new one." And so, they designated a part of the Weave as the "Wild Garden," a place intentionally left unmapped and unregulated, a frontier for true exploration and unpredictable creation. The Unwritten, their energy now channeled constructively, became its most passionate pioneers.