The Untamed Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

Chapter Three – Untamed Union The jungle night fell, stars piercing the canopy, but the heat between us was a inferno, unquenched by the cooling air. My body was a map of their desire—bruises, bite marks, cum drying on every inch—yet the hunger raged. They surrounded me again, cocks hard, eyes wild, in the clearing’s center.

She pushed that down deep, sipping from stored bags in the fridge. Rain hammered the windows that Tuesday night. Lydia sat at her desk, sorting through a box of new books. One caught her eye: Spirits of the Wild: Bindings and Releases. The cover was cracked leather, smelling like dirt and old forests. She flipped it open, her fingers brushing over faded words in some ancient tongue. "Just a peek," she told herself. Curiosity burned in her chest. She read the spell aloud, soft and quick, like testing a locked door. The air changed. It got heavy, like before a storm. Candles on the shelves flickered wild, shadows dancing on the walls. A rumble started low, from the book itself. Lydia's hands s

I had to duck into alleys and finger myself to quick, desperate orgasms just to function. One night I brought a thick candle from home. I lit it for light, then slid the smooth base into my soaked pussy while reading. The book showed a woman riding her lover reverse cowgirl while another licked her clit. I rode the candle exactly like her, moaning loudly. “Fill me… stretch my tight cunt,” I gasped. The dirty words felt natural now. The shy girl I used to be had almost disappeared. The book hummed with pleasure. Yes. Speak your lust. Feed me your shame.

** BOOK 2 ** TITLE: MARRYING MY EX'S UNCLE

But she refused to be defeated. Amid the pile of documents, Nysaa's eyes fell on her mother's journal. It was a tangible connection to her foster mother, containing not just her personal experiences but also her deep-seated anger and desire for revenge against the Sinclair family, particularly Mace. Picking up the journal, Nysaa felt a surge of determination. Her foster mother's story was now intertwined with her own, and she couldn't let her memory be tarnished by Mace Sinclair's actions. She had to stand up for herself, just as her mother had wished.

Under the sheets, a dewy haze settled around the exhausted couple and the night predicted a fresh tale for tomorrow. * * * Ps- Vincent isn't a Vampire/Werewolf. This isn't a paranormal book.

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I touch its glass cover and to my surprise, it vanishes in just a snap. The book floats mid-air and emits blinding light. It starts glowing and the pages start to turn. A few moments afterward, the pages stop turning. The glow starts to vanish, and the book moves toward my hand. Just like the book I was reading earlier, it has a leather hardbound cover and its title are embroidered with gold. 'The Untold' I said as I've read the title. I turn the cover and start reading once again. ----- THIRD PERSON’S POINT OF VIEW

The ground trembles faintly beneath my boots. And then chaos erupts. "Positions!" Ethan's roar tears through the noise, his Alpha command wrapping around everyone like iron. I barely have time to react before the first rogue breaks through the trees, massive, feral, it's eyes glowing red under the fading light. The warriors collide with it mid-stride, but more shadows slip through behind it. Too much. Too fast. The air fills with snarls and the metallic tang of blood as bodies clash, claws raking against flesh.