Lan Wangji The Untamed Novels & Stories

Su Lan stared into space and felt like crows flying across her head. At this point of time, Lui Ran went to a high rank kingdom, Light Kingdom, for schooling. Lui Shan came running back from work because he found out she once again poisoned herself. He was currently working from home. Su Lan looked at her pink room and couldn't help but smile. Lui Shan and Lui Ran thought because she was a girl she would like pink so, everything they purchased for her was pink. Su Lan from this world was always in her own medical world that she blocked everything else out. Su Lan felt warm because of how Lui Shan and Lui Ran treated her. Su Lan decided since both of the souls were her, she would treat the Lu

113 Laurann Dohner Jessie twisted the locks as her heart raced and she smiled, excited to see him after the night before. Two large Species males stood there instead. Both of them were out of uniform, sporting jeans and T-shirts and they stared at her with a grimness that assured they weren’t happy. The one on the right spoke. “I’m Night. Your belongings were delivered and we were asked to bring them. Do you mind if we unload the Jeep now and carry your boxes inside? We have to inform you that your things were searched by security. It is

Zhu Wushang answered with a smile. Fatty Pao tilted their heads in confusion before asking. “Then why don’t you tell young mis about this? So she could cooperate with you.” Zhu Wushang sigh before answering Fatty Pao. “Fatty, Lan’er is an honourable woman. A bit naive in fact, She’s not good at acting at all. That’s why I choose to do this instead.” After explaining himself, he brought two storage rings and gave it to both of his subordinates.

I bit my lip, trying to suppress a laugh. “Stop that! I'm just trying to make friends,” Zero huffed, rubbing the back of his hand, which Rico slapped. Rico let out a scoff, “You can't, seriously. All the women you wanted to befriend ended up on your bed. Remember?” “Hey,” Wendy, one of the waitresses, approached our table. Her red hair fell flatly down her shoulder. The redhead clearly didn’t like me by the way she looked at me from head to toe; her gaze was sharp and judgy. I raised a brow at her, gesturing for her to say what she needed to say.

Isadora screamed as fear seeped deep into her bones. His eyes darkened, "At the first ray of sunlight this morning, everyone in each Familglia of the country received a rather interesting news, 'leaked' from the Black Saints mafia. The bane of everyone's existence, Lance, has an heir, what's worse it's a female. You understand what I'm getting at don't you Flavia" At that moment Isadora felt the most helpless she has been in years. She was practically dancing in the palms of Vincent, there was no way out of his trap.

Mine. My eyes trailed down her body, in the mirror reflection. Moving from her hair, that was tied up in a high Chinese ponytail...To her boobs, that were barely held by the red lingerie...To her pink nipples, that stood pointed inside the transparent red net. Then to her petite fleshy curves. She was wearing no panties, her bare pussy could be seen through the transparent red net. I gulped down hungrily. My mate is definitely going to be the end of me

Smiling softly at the strength that the woman was trying to lend her. It made her heart beat faster; she was beginning to have feelings for the wolf. Candy didn’t look like she would be the affectionate type to Annie, with her wild pink streaked blue hair. Her arms were bare in the tank top she had on, showing arms that were muscular from beating away at her drums. Her shorts didn’t do much to cover up legs that were toned and strong from hours spent running.

He wondered how much longer he had to put in here before he could take her home and remove it from her. She caught him in the act and gave a discreet little jiggle of her butt for his benefit. “You’re in trouble when we get home,” he mind-linked her, adjusting his pants. “I should hope so,” she replied, moving out of his line of sight. As he pondered whether to go pick her up and carry her home over his shoulder, he found himself cornered in the kitchen by one of his warriors. Wei Liu was a prototype warrior: tall, imposing, and with straight, jet-black hair that was pulled up into a bun on top, and left to fall freely on the back and sides. However, there was one asset that was missing, and

"Is there even a place for me in this deal? Because I don't think that I'm trophy wife material. Playing a mascot for the rest of my life? That's not who I am." Lan Jing sighed. "You are a lot like Liling… You are intelligent, ambitious, and creative. But you are also different because no one has ever given you a chance to bloom, and I think that you would become the most beautiful butterfly." He leaned closer and took a deep breath. "I would do anything to keep you here, hanzi, but I'm also aware that if you accepted the role of the Lan heir's wife, it would mean giving up on most of your ambitions in order to support your husband. Sadly, I know that butterflies should never be caged… That

He turned the paper so she could look at it. “This is the first werewolf tamer I met. His name was Arshan. He was a breedmate to the queen Hiroshima.” Aria looked closely at the painting, studying the man. And then the woman. They looked lovely together. The man sat on a chair and the woman stood to his right, one hand resting on his shoulder. Her eyes went back to look at the man. She felt something strange looking at him. “What is his story?” She asked.