Novel & Cerita You're Crazy Wildcat

Pickles approves, and honestly… who wouldn’t want more of me stealing the show? Thanks for hopping on this ride with us. Keep your snacks close, your cat closer, and enjoy the madness. —Riley (and the ever-judging Mr. Pickles)

She stumbled in, her leg crooked, hair wild and unkempt, and fell to her knees before Cyran. "Cyran, I heard you divorced that wretched woman, right? She betrayed you. She's not worth a single tear! You hurt me, made me lose the baby, and I didn't care. I love you with all my heart. Can't we just… get back together, Cyran? Please, let's try again!" Cyran glanced at me, noting that my expression didn't change. He let out a cold, humorless laugh but didn't chase her away.

The thought of it always gave me the ick but things change when you find the right person, I guess. "No. No. No. That's my crazy side. My wild side is much much worse," I tutted. My wild side? I haven't fucking explored that yet but you know what they say, 'you got to keep them on their toes.' I'm hoping I have a wild side. "Has anyone said you're really bad at talking dirty?," he chuckled.

I would in a heartbeat. She was my beautiful chaos. A trouble I was addicted to. And one I couldn't get enough of, even as she was on her knees right now, hands on my thighs as she sucked me off. "Wildcat..." I groaned the nickname I'd given her, because she drove me wild half the time and she was not afraid to show her claws. Her eyes met mine, shining with that familiar devious glint as her lips closed around the tip of my cock, and her hands skillfully playing with my balls. She sucked that part hard, purposely, thoroughly enough to make me lose my breath.

Only a message, written in a simple, unadorned font, centered in the darkness: “The feline trusts her instinct. The crow flies blind. But the wolf knows the way home. You can trust your new shadow.” My heart slammed violently against my ribs. Feline? Wolf? Tristan. Only he would use that language, which referred to that wild and untamed part of him I knew so well. And the nickname he had given me back in school. Wildkatze (Wildcat). I raised my eyes to Tatiana. Her unchanging face softened for a fraction of a second. Her thin lips curved into a subtle smile, and she gave a single, almost imperceptible nod of her head.

Present day. __________ Ryker's PoV _____ Mirror, Mirror on the wall, who's the wildest of them all. It is I, Ryker Wolfcup, the evil secret lurking around. Not really around, though. I am the wild one, the ruthless predator trapped within this confining cage. I have been brutally treated and fed with horrible vegetables when all I needed is meat and blood.

“My Wolf? Now I know I am going insane.” Kitty scoffed at the crazy voice in her head. She was thinking to herself that maybe her lack of orgasms, or what happened to her last night, had triggered her madness. “Yeah, I'm not real!” The voice snickered sarcastically. “Kitty, breakfast is almost ready!” Kitty heard her grandfather yell from the kitchen. “Coming, Grandpa,” she yelled back. “And you—demon—Meadow, or whatever the fuck you wanna call yourself. Just stay outta my head," she warned.

Anyhow I was about to get up and look to see where Kayla had got to since she had been gone for a while now, but as I was about to get up I could hear the upset and worry in that whinny so I looked up to find Kayla galloping towards me which is a wordy since she has a injured leg she should not be galloping anywhere but I left my eyes soften a little bit until my end up on Jessica one of the pack sluts that is hot on her heels snapping at Kayla's legs, that got me mad. I was furious I leaped up and stood protectively Infront of Kayla growling at Jessica in her wolf form, after having a little fight I used my alpha voice to get her to shift, to say I was mad was an understatement, I could tea

She held that much hate and envy in her heart for that woman. She switched on the television and kept tuning until it came to a stop on Tom Cruise's unaging face. She sighed in content, feeling cool, but then she noticed something. Cool wasn't just a feeling, the room got colder, a sudden chill ran down her spine effortlessly, making her shiver slightly. She made her way to the thermometer, noting that it had dropped to 5°, she increased it to where she could feel the warmth again and sighed, content this time. She went back to the television where Tom Cruise's face had been replaced with the cheetah from Cheetos ad. Her phone dinged and picked it off her pocket to see a text from her cousin

Camper laughed at his choice of words. ________ "It's your rest day, darling. Where are you going?" Candice asks her daughter. Winter's wearing her favorite cowgirl get-up. She put snacks in her bag and asked her mom for permission. She wants to relax at her cabin. "I'm just in my cabin, mom. Don't worry, I'll be back before seven pm. She winked at her mom before heading to the main door.