Writer Wilde Novels & Stories

As if the announcer had heard, his name was mentioned next. “Next is Wilson Wilder……” Wilson looked around before his eyes settled on a large transparent screen that displayed his face up close for everyone to see. His face was muddied and scratched which only made him look sexier and did not hide the gentle, innocent look his eyes clearly portrayed. “……..He might look young and innocent but he is as bad as bad can get. From cases of small theft to large scale robbery to torture and a few cases of murder. There are also almost twenty cases of rape recently added to his record after his most recent confession.”

Though she was a virgin, she knew exactly how it was done, thanks to the various adult sites her cousin Claire frequently visited on her computer. But this was the first time she had seen a man doing it live, right in front of her. Not to mention that the man was Ram Jordan—the ridiculously handsome multi-billionaire. And God forbid, he had no idea that she was there. ‘Live… I am seeing this live?’ She whispered again, suddenly feeling like she needed to pee. Her lower abdomen felt tight, and even though she was innocent, she knew this wasn’t something that could be relieved by just going to the bathroom.

Ingrate. "Welcome, Mr Harrell, it's amazing to have you here", she outstretched a hand expectantly. Before I could, Amara shook it. "Yeah, nice to meet you, I'm Mrs Sophie Sanders Harrell, you get the concept?", she explained. He almost laughed at her jealousy. Obviously, she had no idea how much he loved her and how he lived for her. The restaurant was dedicated to her, Sophie Sanders Harrell(SSH). It was her wedding present. He would let her know when they get married.

This young man with a friendly face naturally noticed that Prince Lindens seemed interested in the new guest. Wilma felt her face turn red as soon as she realized that she was walking closer and closer to the handsome and attractive man. Trying to keep a cold face, unaffected Wilma walked a little stiffly. This young woman did not realize that her nervous state had been caught by Prince Lindens because as a werewolf with pure blood, this man was very sensitive to the increased heart rate of his prey. Right now, the stranger who has been recognized as a mate by his wolf is his prey.

The place was not a lush flower garden, but rather a private tactical shooting range, complete with a row of human silhouette targets made of steel lined up at the end of the area. Zizie Wilder walked across the field with graceful yet solid strides. Her black velvet gown swept the cement floor, creating a strange contrast in this place filled with the scent of weapon lubricant and burnt gunpowder. "Note this in your head, Helga," Zizie said without turning her body around. "Inside the Wilder family, name is everything. If you cannot defend your own name, others will step on you. Elzio, my big-mouthed eldest son in the hall earlier, is just one example of the many wolves in Neophile who love

This room barely had any fresh air. He had to finish his business here as soon as possible. With quick steps and movements he began to dismantle the large cupboard in the room. The cupboard was filled with old books, most of them looking like journals. Hugo pulled out some of the journals and placed them on the table. The man flipped through the journal, looking for notes that mentioned the words “wolvire”, “red moon” and “Kliwon Friday”.

A beautiful, dark-furred, mysterious, outspoken, slave. Shaking her out of his head a familiar voice roamed through his head. “Sir?” Winston’s voice came to him through the wolf’s link. “What did you find out?” Marlon asked through the link. “The leader of the attack goes by the name Victor Wilde. He’s a subordinate from a new nobleman that’s looking to knock you out of power,” Winston explained. “He was targeting me?” Marlon asked. It didn’t surprise him that he was the main target; in fact, it came as a relief to him that they weren’t targeting Deonna. But it still enraged him that these wolves thought to disrupt a perfectly good dinner party just to attack him and knock him out of power.

Her life seemed full, her daughter thriving in her arms. Seeing Nina happy lifted his spirits, and his unusually cheerful demeanor didn’t go unnoticed. One of his assistants hesitantly asked, “Director, did you start dating someone?” Wilfred chuckled softly. “No.” He wasn’t dating anyone. He had merely seen the person he wanted to see. Watching her thrive, witnessing her happiness—it was enough to make him feel content. His assistant, however, found the situation perplexing. For someone as exceptional and wealthy as Wilfred, it seemed almost surreal that he had no visible romantic ties. Since joining Wilfred’s team, the assistant had never seen a single woman come close to him.

Wilson thrashed everything on his work desk in rage once he returned to his office. “Kayson Yarde! “You b*stard! I’m going to kill you! I’ll kill you! “F*cking asked me to pass the Gillete Group to Sadie Wolfenden? “You weren’t even born when I was out in this world! F*cker!” Wilson was wrathful. He had planned to slowly torment Wolfenden Corp., but he no longer wanted to wait now. He was going to devour Wolfenden Corp. like a feeding whale!

as Cazz put it—their way of showing submission to their Queen. Had my stumbling into the hierarchy made these wolves more respectful? But something about the way they turned away—as if they were nervous, or uneasy… I didn’t get it. “Wylde is there something going on?” I asked quietly after the third wolf we’d seen had turned their face fully away, as if they were pretending I wasn’t even there. “Something… what?” Wylde asked, her eyes on her feet, head low. I blinked. “Are you upset with me?” I blurted suddenly, because her posture didn’t look like submission. It looked like… a snub.