Taming 7 Kindle Novels & Stories

“I’m too young enter that phase!” “Yeah, that’s when I realized that you were just fierce like a tigress. I even asked myself how can I tame a woman like you who seem to hate all men.” “Hey! I don’t hate all men.” I defended myself. “You say that as if I cursed you all.” He snorted. “Oh right… cause you were nice to Zen.” I guffawed. “Really, love? You’re still jealous of Zen?”

She must not answer him; he'd follow her voice. "My sweet falcon, shall I tell you how I will tame her?" Silence, absolute. They were circling in the darkness like wary animals. "First I seel my lady, which is to deprive her of vision, with a black silken hood." Adrienne smothered an indignant gasp in her shaking hand. The folds of her gown rustled as she sidestepped quickly. "Then I blunt her talons." A pebble skittered across the floor a mere yard away. She backstepped, clutching her skirts to keep them still.

Jarckon said nothing, his eyes fixed on Adhara. Jarckon moved closer and whispered to Adhara, “Don’t be scared. I won’t do anything that can harm you.” Adhara was stunned, her body stiff for a moment. She could feel Jarckon’s warm breath, his lips touching her face, which thrilled her, and Jarckon noticed it. She looked into Jarckon’s eyes, just like the last time they had mated. Jarckon’s eyes magnified her. His green eyes attracted Adhara, along with the touch of Jarckon on her face. She had no reason to refuse him.

“I want truth. Even if it breaks me.” Luciano reached up slowly, like he was afraid she’d vanish. His hand cupped her face, thumb brushing the corner of her mouth. His touch wasn’t possession this time. It was reverence. And when he kissed her, it wasn’t fire or rain or fury. It was almost. Almost gentle. Almost redemptive. Almost love. ⸻ They didn’t speak much for the rest of the day. Aria returned to her room later and found a stack of old books on her bed. Poetry. Philosophy. A leather-bound journal with a ribbon marker.

She sniffled. “Aria…” He breathed, his hand stretched out to caress the side of her face. “There’s no getting rid of me, Lucian.” His eyes raked her features, softening. “I never intend to.” “And there’s no hiding me. I want to see everything, naïve or not.” She moved closer “You may own me, but you can never fully tame me, Lucian.” His face lit up with a grin, “Like I said, you’re very interesting, little dove.”

“Hi, Red. Nice to finally meet you. I’m Ki—” Crow snapped his fingers before the guy could shake my hand. “No need for handshakes, bro.” The guy laughed and shook his head before sitting back down. “Babe, this is Kirb, the Mobile Legends addict. Hyacinth, the social butterfly. And Haidee…” Crow pointed at the laughing girl beside him, “The horse.” Everyone burst into laughter while Haidee slapped his shoulder playfully. “But seriously,” he added, “She’s the early bird in our class.”

I didn't know why I was going back, maybe it was instincts or the dangerous glint in his eyes that made me a little bit wary of him. “I have an insatiable urge which those women satisfy, Davina,” he whispered in my ears when he had successfully backed me into a corner. “Well, you'll have to curb it,” I said, trying not to be affected by his closeness. He shook his head and bent his head towards the hollow of my neck. “I’ve tried love and it's impossible for me to curb it,” he whispered. “Stop whispering,” I snapped. “Why? Is it affecting you? Making butterflies flutter in your stomach?” he asked with a wink.

Someone finally raised an arm up. “If I have the intestines of an Evergreen Roadrunner, it should take me within a week to establish a little amount of trust. Then, I could lure it to follow me back home using the Longevity Bone of a dragon-type beast. From there, I could try observing its preferences, its behaviour, and try to establish communication with the human language and bodily signs. This aura gives off the killing intent of a hundred year old Bloody Fangs Panther, thus it would pose some harm if I tried to rush its taming process. Within a year or two, it should willingly sign the contract!” I nodded my head, totally impressed. These people really lived up to their names as teacher

"What is this?" She picked up the note and started to read it slowly. "When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face; And bending down beside the glowing bars,

“Yes sir!” the men replied. Once more, Zephyr laid his eyes on the books, his gaze rested on one of them. The book was covered in a layer of dust and was made of bamboo. It looked unique. “Thunderfoot?” Zephyr muttered as he opened the book, reading its contents. A wave of excitement washed over him. He excitedly flipped through the pages, carefully memorizing the technique’s intricate steps.