Lan Wangji The Untamed Novels & Stories

I asked, already eager to reclaim my freedom since my car was temporarily out of commission. "No," He replied without hesitation. "I don't want you roaming around the city on a bike just yet." I scoffed, gripping my fork tighter, but before I could argue, Charlotte's voice cut in again. "What are you wearing?" I glanced down at myself. "Are you blind? It's clothes." My outfit consisted of a pair of denim shorts and a fitted white tank top, my long blonde hair pulled into a messy ponytail. Her lips pressed into a thin line.

“That you can’t keep your hands off me. Jake called me a virgin in front of everyone. Again. And his uncle… the internship meant everything. I was tired of being the joke.” Cassian stared at her for a long moment. Then he dragged a hand through his hair, mussing the perfect style. “You stupid, reckless girl.” The words should have stung. Instead, they ignited something defiant in her chest. “I’m not a girl anymore, Cassian. I’m twenty-two. And unlike you, I don’t have a trust fund and a last name that opens every door. Some of us have to fight dirty.” “Fight dirty?” He stepped closer again, backing her toward the heavy oak desk. “You dragged *me* into your filth. My reputation is built on co

Han Jiang was shocked from the core. Lufan laughed and said, “Wait wait, let me introduce myself, I am Dr. Wang Lufan, Minister Wang’s son and the Chief of Lion’s Clan.” After having dinner with some exchange of words, Elder Han left the three ‘friends’ to catch up. Li Kang Jun then briefed his story to Han Jiang. “No no! This is so ridiculous!” Han Jiang was awed. The two infamous personalities of the underworld are no one else but his best friend and a warm-hearted doctor he met a few days ago! This is too much to digest!

“I swear they’re so big! Gosh, I’m so thankful I don’t have to deal with them. Thanks, Jay, love you!” We turn to Jayden who’s pressing his lips tight, trying so hard not to smile. Vicky and I smirk, this brat is playing hard to get. When we arrive at the main gallery, I curse when I realize Jackson wasn’t wrong. Wang Wei’s men are monsters. They look way taller than most of us and bigger. All the intense workout I did lately seems like nothing in front of them. Muscled arms and legs, robust, straight face, killer eyes. Our mission doesn’t look as easy as it did before.

May’s POV The humid air of the Lanzarote Airport clung to my skin as we strode through the arrival gate, and I just couldn’t wait until we were in the car already. At least, I was sure the car would have an air conditioning feature, so it would cool me down a little. I should have tried to tie up my hair in a bun before stepping off the plane but I didn’t think it was going to be this uncomfortable. My hair was sticking to my neck and making it feel itchy against my skin.

The woman stood proudly in front of him. Her appearance was a little immature, but her temperament was very perfect. Her body was relatively thin, and there were wisps of cold and sharp light flickering in her eyes. Wasn't she Liu Xuanji? "Roar..." At this moment, the tamed wolf beast beside her suddenly opened its eyes, which were filled with anger. "Swoosh!" He didn't say anything. Zephyr Khan, who had been invincible just now, directly turned around and ran away.

If it's all right, Xiaolan, Fujian! Xiaolan tugged at the corner of her skirt and held out her hand to make a gesture of please: 'Mr. Jiang, please.' Jiang Luran took a deep breath, straightened his collar, and turned away. 'President, you are really amazing. In a few words, this Jiang Lu was speechless!' Xiaolan's face is filled with a smile, and she looks particularly gloating. 'I didn't say anything, mainly because I didn't do these things myself. Of course, I have no ghosts in my heart.'

Long Rong'er felt that there was no more space to paint, so she pointed to one of the winged lions that had been trying hard to avoid the little lady's gaze. "Hey, of course you can! You, come here!" Tang Nuan called out with a pleasant smile, looking at the lion pointed out by Rong'er. The lion seemed unwilling and wanted to leave, but Tang Nuan's next words made the lion immediately come to Rong'er without resistance.

But when her words ended, silence didn’t follow. Lio stepped forward first. The wiry, quiet boy who rarely spoke above a whisper clutched a scrap of parchment in his ink-stained hands. His face was pale, his dark curls damp with sweat, but his chin lifted. “You won’t go alone,” he murmured. His fingers trembled as he held up the paper. In the torchlight, the others could see what he’d drawn: a wolf. But not just any wolf, its back stretched with wings, its body caught mid-leap, as though it was soaring into something greater.