Writer Wilde Novels & Stories

Yes, she still had a modelling career. " I read your book." Beauty nudged Florence playfully. " Oh wow. Thank you. How was it?" " Magical. It was the best I've ever read." Beauty smiled. " I'm glad you liked it." " You know if you want to, Mason and I would be open to your muse." Beauty pouted. " You want me to write a book about you?" " Yes. It's one of the wildest desire I've had." " You've given me an idea. How about 'His Wildest Desire'?"

she said carefully, "what exactly do you want to talk about?" A faint smile touched his lips. "You." The air suddenly felt too warm. Avery laughed nervously. "That's vague." "I know who you are, Avery Morgan." His voice remained calm, but something beneath it made her skin prickle. "Assistant editor at Veridian Publishing. Twenty-six years old. Lives alone. Coffee addict. Bad habit of biting your lower lip when you're nervous." She immediately stopped biting her lip. What the hell? Her heart pounded harder. "How do you know all that?"

’ Alessia was both thrilled by the opportunity and daunted by the challenge. The kind of in-depth interview Wilda was talking about went beyond anything she had done before. Wilda continued, ‘That’s why I was asking about you and Mr Wilde. At just twenty-nine, he’s already achieved so much. He’s a true inspiration for young entrepreneurs and exactly the kind of go-getter I want for the series.’ She winked. ‘Of course, it doesn’t hurt that the man’s got brooding good looks and a billionaire status to match.’ ‘He does have a face that could stop traffic,’ Alessia thought.

Vivian was behind the bar, moving fast, her dark hair tied up in a messy knot, cheeks flushed as she poured drinks and flirted her way through tips. “Hey, Viv,” Rose called as she slid behind the counter. “You can head out. I’ve got it from here.” Vivian looked up, relief lighting her whole face. “You are an absolute angel.” Her voice dropped as she leaned in, eyes sparkling. “You just missed the most sinful man I have ever seen in my life.” Rose snorted, grabbing a cloth and wiping down the counter. “That’s a low bar in here.” “I am serious,” Vivian insisted, fanning herself dramatically. “The president of the Road Wolves. The way that man looked at me…” She paused, hand pressing to her che

“Damn, bro… bold. Let me guess, named after a certain someone who’s got you wrapped around her little finger?” “Watch it,” I warned lightly. Mikhail chuckled. “He’s not wrong.” I leaned back in my chair, staring out at the skyline, ignoring his teasing. Wildfire wasn’t just a name. It was her. Cyprian laughed louder, drawing me back to the call. “You see, Mikhail? The great Marion Whitfield, king of casinos, titan of real estate, conqueror of every deal in sight… and another woman strolls in and… poof!... he’s done for. Honestly, I respect it.”

His scent reeked of deadliness and terror. Just a leap and his claws had dug into the neck of a rogue, the way he had cut its throat made others step back with fear. They knew they were losing already and were waiting for an avenue to escape before but with Wilder’s arrival, the next agenda was to escape alive. Wilder was a brutal and big silver wolf. The weakest ones began retreating while those who had power thought about going head on but his sharp claws made them think twice, the way he sank his fangs into their skins effortlessly was terrifying and within minutes, they were running away.

A cry of agony came after the glow was gone that shocked the warriors from the Golden Continent. The voice was…horrifyingly familiar to them. Not another second later, the light dispersed, and they were surprised to see Wilde collapse on the ground. His body twitched, and his mouth was wide open. It was like he had been poisoned. Lester reacted the quickest. When he saw what happened, he immediately rushed over, helping Wilde up from the ground. However, the moment he helped Wilde up, Wilde merely fell to the ground, unable to control his body as he spasmed violently.

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.

She asks she with crossed arms I guess she's right. "My name is Hanna" I decide to tell her as I give in "Hanna Wilder" she says my name which causes my body to feel tingly all over Whoa. What was that? I stand up straighter to try and hide this feeling. My ex-boyfriend never made me feel like that. "Pretty name" she says as she tucks a strand of her black hair behind her ear Her eyes never stray away from mine as she does so.

It frustrated me that he thought me so little of me that he was convinced I was unable to make my way to the dinning hall. I stepped forward, Vycer's hands locked into mine. I hated that feeling. The feeling of interlaced fingers. Every part of my body wanted to rip my hand from his yet, I also found the warmth of his palms soothing, settling. So much different from the icy embrace that he sported just a day earlier. It very much reminded me of Jace. How he, and his people, always felt warm. It didn't matter what group of Wild Ones I encountered on my travels because they all emitted the same warmth. As if they could channel the heat of the sun into their hands. I had never met anyone who co