Lan Zhan The Untamed Novels & Stories

She would never have dared to do this a month ago, but she is more confident nowadays. This trip came unexpectedly, so she had no swimsuit with her and decided that her underwear might do the job. The lessons with Saphira have loosened her up a bit, she's less likely to hide her body. Glary's lustful glances do not escape her notice. But when he detects Zane's initials on her hip, his eyes stay fixed on the tattoo, his wolf threatens to emerge at the sight of another man's mark on her body.

❞ ‹ ——— ✧ 𖥸 ✧ ——— › ╔═════════ • ≻ ♜ ≺ • ═════════╗ ꒰ 𝔐𝔸𝕋𝔼 𝕋𝕆 𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝔻ℝ𝔸𝔾𝕆ℕ ℙℝ𝕀ℕℂ𝔼 ₊˚⋆ ( TRIGGER WARNINGS ) ╚═════════ • ≻ ♜ ≺ • ═════════╝ ☽ —— 「 Our love is untouchable 」

I replied softly. He returned swiftly with a bandage and a tube of ointment. Kneeling before me, he examined my feet. “Which one is it?” “The left,” I answered, utterly bewildered by this turn of events. His fingers gently probed my swollen ankle, and I inhaled sharply, wincing at the tenderness. As he worked with a surprising diligence, applying the ointment with careful strokes, I found myself studying him. His black, wavy hair was cut short, its silken texture catching the light. His lashes were unfairly long and thick. I watched, mesmerized, as he unconsciously ran his tongue over his lower lip in concentration.

His voice was smooth and windy, locked around her like the coiling of smoke. “ You can never be trusted, they would always see you as an endangered person, a dangerous force locked within the confine of their consciousness. No matter how you try to conform, their cage is your fate. But with me, no chains, no law would bind you, but only the reality of the untamed that was taken unfairly away from you.” Lydia reached out towards him, with her fingers trembling with expectation. And for the first time, she experienced an unfamiliar warmth against her fingertips - vibrant and alive. It was as if she felt hopeful within her.

" Star silver I think you should calm down, I would handle this my self. Oh yeah, I just Identified this unknown guy's name is star silver. Who even answers that kind of weird name? Star and silver together gives you Star-Silver. Interesting, can this pack get any weirder? "Earth to you bitch!." Zara snapped yanking my head in the process but just immediately Ansel grabbed her hand. "Don't touch her until I say so."

But as I turned to leave, my foot caught on something—Medina’s outstretched leg. I crashed to the floor with a loud thud. My gown rode up, exposing my thighs. Drake’s gaze fell on me, his eyes lingering on the small tattoo etched into my skin. It wasn’t just any tattoo—it was the mark my mother had given me, my little “guardian angel.” I quickly pulled my gown down, covering myself. Drake’s eyes flickered with recognition before he turned away, his expression unreadable. Medina smirked, satisfied with her handiwork. She had tripped me on purpose.

Turning the burner on as he oiled the pan, cracking a brown egg and dumping its contents onto the hot surface. Candy walked into the kitchen, her hand linked with Annie’s and he felt the butterflies come to life in his stomach. He was glad that he’d chosen to dress causal in a pair of dark jeans and Clevania t-shirt. Annie was in a flowing tunic style top with leggings, her hair pulled into a high ponytail showing off the claiming mark on her neck. She was glowing and he didn’t know if it was from the mark or from pregnancy.

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

ALANA L stepped out of the tunnel like he’d been waiting for this moment his entire life. Tall. Composed. Dressed in black that didn’t catch the light. His face still partly shadowed, but the ring—the one with that carved, impossible “L”—caught the glow of our flashlights in a way that made my stomach twist. He moved like a man who wasn’t afraid of dying. Like a man who believed he couldn’t. Zach shifted fully in front of me, body coiled with a violence that vibrated through his skin. Every line of him screamed lethal intent, but his voice—God, his voice—was low and controlled.

“I can’t be the reason you destroy each other.” Liam’s fist clenched on the table, knuckles white. “Then end it, Lena. Say the word. Choose.” Zane’s laugh slid through the room, low and wicked. He tipped his glass lazily, wine swirling like blood in a chalice. “Don’t listen to him, baby,” he drawled, eyes locking on mine. “He wants to lock you up in a pretty little cage. Me? I’d break you open, set you on fire, and enjoy every second while you burn for me.”