Tamed Book Novels & Stories

WILDA. “Well, this seems to be my lucky day,” the man’s eyes travel down my naked body, a pleased smile on his face. I instinctively drop a hand to cover my crotch, the other across my small breasts. He does not avert his gaze. My body trembles under the scrutiny of his gaze. I find myself looking away, ashamed. “This is private property,” I say, weakly, my cheeks burning red hot and my breath shallow. “Oh, is it?” he asks, his voice teasing. “Well, then you must be Wilda, I’m Victor, and I will be your riding instructor.”

Nevertheless, as a result of the time revolution, they began to dwell in their human form and began cutting down forests. Damia muttered, "Wow," as she took in the sight of something. "Let's go there, boss." A beautiful book was placed over a golden stand." After walking there, we went to look at the book. With great enthusiasm, Damia opened the book. "Be careful," I cautioned her as she flipped the first page in the book. Putting an end to her rush, she flipped the pages of the book slowly. I saw many stories of wolves. One page captured my attention.

He grabbed the book and flipped through its pages, he patiently seeks for the remedy and it took him seconds before he could finally browse it. "What book is that?" Celeste questioned yet unfortunately, she was not entertained. "... The only thing to stop the war is to tame the one who plotted it." Théodred read it allowed and momentarily paused, "You must pluck out the roots of the problem." "How would we know who is behind all of these?" Sam questioned. "You must steal the heart of one of the rulers of the underworld and tame him," He continued but the idea was too impossible for them.

Arlan dismissed himself the second time around, and the moment he closed the door – he let himself be consumed by his raging animalistic form – ready to pounce on his mischievous brother. *** POV: Tamara Davis / Tyra Amaris While Tamara, on the other hand, went to the Lunar Packs’ library so early in the morning. She was so amazed – making her mouth wide open – at that certain moment when she entered the room. The books were arranged like in the study room, from the floor to the ceiling – but this one was far more enormous than the latter.

I won't let you tame me Damien sighed, recognizing the deep-rooted resistance within Eva. "I don't want to tame you, Eva. I want to help you find balance—a way to embrace your instincts while keeping your humanity intact. It won't be easy, but I believe it's possible Just then, two figures approached the scene—Jayden and Erica, two experienced werewolves who had faced their own internal battles and come out stronger. Jayden, with his calm demeanor, and Erica, with her fierce determination, had joined forces to support those struggling with their wolf identitie

***EVELYN***. Kayla intertwined her fingers and bit her lips nervously. She glanced at her handmaiden, Tania with a blank expression and Tania just stared back without saying a word. Her expression was like she knew all that was in Kayla's mind right now. Damn it! Kayla hit the bed with her palms and stood up swiftly. Tania did not need to be told what that action meant, but she said it anyway, "I'm leaving this castle walls today, I want to check out the kingdom today." Kayla hurriedly got into her sandals.

Here, in the hands of the brothers who stories of their evil and ruthlessness spread through the whole country. I'm their mate? I almost laugh at the absurdity of the situation. Sure, moon goddess. Break my heart, take my baby away and give me three demons in return. Nice bargain but I'm not fucking interested. Mated to the three rogue kings? Not one but three of them? Ridiculous. No way will I allow myself to be subjected that way to a man ever in my life again. Never ever again will I give my love, and even body only to be used, abused and discarded.

“You have excellent taste, ma’am.” Dylan’s scowl deepened. I didn’t have time for Dylan’s skepticism as the stewing broth of premium meat for the Doberman was still on the stove. Turning on my heel, I carefully carried out the scalding pot. Tammy planted her bottom on the sofa, her right hand reaching into Dylan’s pants. Dylan looked at her with so much love in his eyes, but his gaze turned icy the moment he turned to me. With great caution, I poured the broth into Dobie’s food bowl and blew on the liquid to cool it down.

A low, crackling fire burned brightly in the wide hearth, throwing dancing patterns of amber light across the rich Persian rugs, polished mahogany furniture and floor-to-ceiling bookshelves filled with ancient historical tomes and modern literary manuscripts alike. Caelum sat on the edge of the big, plush sofa by the fire, his broad shoulders relaxed against the cushions. He had not worn his formal tunic for hours, but only loose dark trousers, that suited his powerful, predatory physique. His body was covered in delicate tribal tattoos of shadow that shone in the firelight, shifting slightly with each breath he took, and the crest of silver-gold of the Soul-Bind mark glowed with a steady, w

Lillian asked as Rae began humming a tune. "Yes granny, I know what you want to say already." Rae said as she kissed the side cheek of Lillian. "You don't have to worry about me granny. I am not looking for any ones trouble." "I hope so." *** On The Mountain Top: Tamara, entered her cave and proceeded to where her magic books are kept, she barely made it inside when she stopped in her tracks. Standing in front of her was the man in water form. She bow before him. "Enough of your bowing Tamara, it's been a thousand years when the search for the last mermaid begun, and still yet you have not come across her or the one who gave birth to her."