Something Wilder Novelas e Histórias

He wondered what could be so important that they cannot tell him over the phone? “Matthew, your father wants to tell you something.” His elegant mother, sitting regally from an armchair across him said. His mother though looked beautiful and vulnerable, inside she possessed boldness. You can’t make her step back once she is challenged. Unlike Chinese women who are traditionally submissive, her mother retained her western personality. Born in a family in the mining business. The Sinclair are English who travelled to the U.S during the California Gold rush. Her father in the 80’s ventured into other businesses and succeeded. And grew up in a kind of family who kept climbing up the ladder o

That accident years ago had all been part of a plan I'd orchestrated with the stables. I lifted my child onto Acorn's back, and with the horse's triumphant whinny, we charged into a field of flowers. From that moment on, my life was mine to claim—riding through blooms, chasing freedom, and leaving the past behind.

We’d been living in crisis mode for so long that normalcy seemed impossible. “Thank you,” Maya said. “For everything. For protecting us. For finishing what my father started.” “He did the hard part. You did the brave part—publishing everything. You saved more lives than you know.” That weekend, we did something we’d never done—we went on vacation. Just us, Emma, and Carmen to help. No guards. No security details. Just a quiet beach house in Cape Cod. “This feels wrong,” Maya said, watching Emma play in the sand. “Too peaceful. Too normal.”

Sometimes I accidentally disturbed some of the wildlife, but I tried not to get in way of anything. With every step, I keep my senses completely open. Listening for any movement around me, watching for everything, or a whiff of a scent. It was quiet and the forest seemed almost mystical. Usually, there was a wide open space that everything spread out. From the trees, to the foliage, to even the bugs and wildlife, everything was so much more condensed here.

Their scents collide: sharp pine and midnight musk spiraling into honeysuckle sweetness and warm amber, a heady cocktail that binds them in savage need. “Fuck, Lyric,” he snarls, voice a broken avalanche that reverberates down her spine. “I can’t… I can’t hold back.” His legendary restraint fractures, splintering under the weight of their fused heartbeats. “I need you—every inch.”

And I am not looking for a savior. I close my eyes. Crack eighty-four. The Wildcard is tamed. One down. Two to go.

And so Alan found himself astride his horse with the woman draped across the saddle in front of him, her body shielded in the crook of one arm, while Crispen sat on his other leg, his head nestled against her bosom. He glared at his men, daring even one of them to laugh. Hell, he had to relinquish his sword for the duty of carrying the two extra persons, never mind their weight didn’t equal that of a single warrior. Edward just better be damn grateful. He could decide what was to be done with the woman just as soon as Alan dumped her into Edward’s lap. As soon as they crossed over the border onto Woods land, a shout went up that echoed through the hills, and in the distance, Mary heard the c

Beside Jack’s chair, Tessa’s head pops up and she wags her tail. “I heard. I also heard she shifts faster than you.” As if acknowledging the accolade, Tessa stands and stretches in a low downward dog. “She shifts from a dog to a wolf,” Jack whines. “It’s not the same as from a man to a wolf.” When we all just stare, he concedes, “Okay, fine. She shifts faster than me.” **

he tried to cut my speech "...wait, I'm not done. Saying that I was your one true forever mate. But this weekend I found out that I could mate with another Wolf if I wasn't strong willed, it would have happened." I paused " Now you can cut my speech and explain that..." "There are cases of more than 'one true forever mate', as you said, but that cases are uncommon not to say rare..." He starts "I know I was... Strong in my approach to US..." And he gestures when said US "...but I don't know how to be anything else or anyone else other than myself... "

Kayla's Pov: So let me tell you a little about myself: For as long as I can remember I have been alone, it has its benefits but mostly it can be so dam lonely, do not get me wrong I love living in the woods I feel so free, and I'm not one of them horses that are so proud of them self although I know I am something worth looking at, but Sadler that is not a good thing as it mean I attract so much attention to myself which I do not need or want. I do sometimes miss being with other horses as I often see wild mustangs passing by, but life goes by and as soon as I turn 17, I am meant to find my mate! I have no idea on what to do the only other shifters around here are werewolves, the pack 'midn