Writer Wilde Novels & Stories

"Matilda, why are you so angry? We should be happy. Three hundred and forty million! It's such a huge order. The boss will definitely give us a generous reward!" Matilda picked up a coffee cup and smashed it at the man's feet, shouting angrily, "Shut up! I sent you to investigate someone, and you can't find any information. Can an ordinary person easily take out three billion?" "Matilda, I have checked, and the information about that man named Wilmot has been shown to you. He is just a poor worker who used to do water distribution in casinos and has been a thug, growing up in remote villages."

she said when I'd finished my explanation. I quickly gave her the digits. "I'm Vivi, by the way, Vivi Fenrir." The woman's mouth dropped open a bit and I started to ask her what was wrong, but she quickly recovered and held out a hand and smiled. "I'm Sage Wilder, Vivi. Nice to meet you."

Even some rulers who had remained neutral couldn't hide their amusement. Marcus grabbed Grey's wrist beneath the table. A warning. A reminder. Not yet. Not here. Grey forced himself to remain still. But Valir wasn't finished. "Oh, forgive me." Mock sympathy dripped from every word. "That would require your wolves still remembering how to herd." The laughter became deafening in the entire auction room. Grey's wolf snarled beneath his skin. For a brief moment, he imagined lunging across the room. Imagined Valir's throat beneath his claws. Imagined blood. Bones. Silence.

Yes… If I could just reach it… The back doors flew open. “There you are, you sneaky bitch.” I froze. A tall, thin man stood in the doorway. My eyes immediately dropped to the leather cut covering his chest. Wild Ridge. My stomach twisted. No… That couldn’t be right. Either he belonged to the club… Or he’d stolen the cut. He climbed inside and crouched beside me. Before I could pull away, his fist tangled in my hair. I cried out as he yanked me toward him. “Lightfoot’s been looking all over for you,” he sneered. “Wonder how happy he’ll be when I hand over his little hacker whore.”

Wolfgang had told her that she had to act according to Jenna Marie's habit if she wanted to avoid suspicion. Selina put on a beautiful sexy body dress and left the house with her bag. Her essential job right now is to go out and spend money. --- Jenna Marie's mother is Adelia. She is over fifty years old but looks very trendy and youthful. It is possible to guess through the appearance of Jenna Marie, a beautiful and noble woman who is not easy to approach. “Jenna is out again?” The man who had just asked the butler was Willow. He is the father of Jenna Marie, and he is the chairman of the famous national corporation in the city. Although he has a lot of work, he always tries to spend time w

"Are you telling me that this woman is a savage wolf?" "No, she is not." Jasper replied firmly. Hilda knew that her husband, Jasper had grown up as an orphan in a wild forest near the Iron Crest pack where the savage wolves lived. It was a miracle that he didn't turn out to become one when her father had brought him into the pack when he returned from a hunt. Despite his extensive knowledge about them, Jasper abhorred the savage wolves and killed them on sight without any mercy because he later found out that one of them killed his mother when he was little. If Giselle really was a savage wolf, she was sure that he wouldn't have let her walk away so easily.

If I was beginning to like the idea of being Sapphic, why did my dreams stop short of the actual sex? I'd no-one to confide this in; but I knew the moment I set eyes on her that Ellis Delaheigh would understand. She was Razor-woman, cutting right to the heart of things and splitting the true from the false. Yes, before we’d exchanged a single word, Ellis had looked into my eyes and seen my troubled soul. Speculation about her was rampant. Fuelled by her imperious air it swirled around her like a purple cloak. The men she’d advanced all fancied their chances; and the ones she’d sacked all called her a dyke!

“You’ve got the pieces. And you’ve got us to guide you. But W.I.L.D. is also something you become through experience, through trust, and through embracing every part of yourself.” Serenya exhaled, feeling the weight of the day, the forest, the lessons, and the truth of their words settle inside her. “I… think I get it. Watchfulness, Instinct, Learning, Determination. W.I.L.D.” Solana’s presence thrummed in agreement. And you will carry it, little one. Not just for yourself… but for all who depend on you. Cheyenne ruffled her hair playfully. “Good. Now let’s see if that W.I.L.D. mind of yours can handle one more drill before sunset.”

~death~ woke up the next day feeling better than I had in a long time. Vick and I had sex a couple more times through the night until we were utterly exhausted. She lay peacefully beside me, her red hair spilling over the pillow, a contented smile on her face. Quietly, I got dressed, careful not to wake her, and slipped out of the room. The clubhouse was still quiet, the morning light casting long shadows down the hall. I headed towards my room but stopped when I noticed the prez's office door slightly open.

Cecilia did not leave her side. Rudieloff was fighting hard to find a way of encountering Vivienne without seeming so obvious. To their failure, the king and the great men of the kingdom were opening books to find out about Vivienne. Nothing referred to her. No book had written about a white ware-wolf with a golden strip and silver eyes. Although things seemed calm, only to those that were not charged with maintaining Bolivia.