The Untamed Chinese Drama Poster Novels & Stories

Isadora couldn't help but marvel at the beautiful scenery of lush gardens, intricate buildings, and amazing sculptures before her eyes as the car made its way to the old mansion. Compared to the quite tame Black Saints Mafia located in the quiet countryside surrounded by the woods, the Green Hounds was one of such Mafia groups which had immense wealth and like a peacock, It did not hesitate to show off its superior status to the world. As the second most powerful Familglia during Lance's era, the Green Hounds estate truly didn't disappoint.

I'm smiling. Hector looked at me and waited for my name to be said. “ Hanalia Faye Beltran Evan's” is my second untouchable handcuff. FIN

A guard informed, before the doors could be opened. We were escorted to the garden were Rosette was. She stood in front of a stone made board, with a palette and brush in her hands as she painted. Rosette was cladded in a see-through, blue robe which left little to the imagination. Typical her. I looked at Dimitri who had a neutral expression on his face, I commended him for that. He always managed to keep this face anytime we were in another pack. The others beside me, subtly shifted uncomfortably, but I caught unto that.

Catrina warmly added, and their words clearly urged a dash of red across Tessa's face. “I-I know.” She mumbled, a smile snaking up her lips before Maria's not, so silent groans reached their ears. She sat quite closely like all, and her choice of outfit — a sleek gown donned with a feathery coat matched Pearl's outfit in terms of flamboyance. “Frankly, I do not want any bad vibes here!” She declared quite brashly as her lips twisted into a frown. “I mean, we're a few days away from the Nut Bowl, and once that's unveiled…” An arm was stretched then finger pointed boldly at the Teatro alla Scalla - there, the highly anticipated event would commence but despite the theater jaw-droppingly massiv

Candy asked as she pressed a kiss to Annie’s cheek. “A night out with you two beautiful ladies?” Stolas’ grin widened, “I can’t wait.” “What about it, Annie?” Candy asked. “Yes, you two can decide on the film though. No horror.” Stolas chuckled at her words as he walked over to the bed and pulled the sheet off the bed before wrapping it around his waist. “Now about that shower?” “I think that it can be arranged.” Annie said as she moved to her dresser and pulled on an oversized shirt.

Her denial came as fast as lightning. Unfortunately for Estelle, she failed to notice a cold pair of eyes watching her from a distant rooftop. ( Trunagan is the name of the standard currency in Shkrade. It was named after a werewolf hero who slayed an Abyssal Dragon. That's why it sounds more like a name.) (Author's Note: Hi there, sleep deprived author here. I have noticed that my writing has... deteriorated over the last few chapters, and I would love to apologize... and ask for your patience.

The off-shoulder sleeves transition into a sea of flowing charmeuse, trailing behind me in a five-foot wake of shimmering fabric. "This one," I breathe, staring at my reflection. I am a creature of the forest and the clinic, never the girl who dreamed of moon-bindings, but in this? I look like a Luna. I look like power. "Praise the Ancestors," Sierra sighs, dabbing at a stray tear. "That was my pick as well. If you’d chosen the other, I’d have questioned your instincts." I let out a soft laugh as she taps a quick command into her device. I realize with a start that she’s alerting Mason—summoning the Alpha for his verdict.

Aurora "Rory" Moonridge survived the unthinkable: kidnapped at eight, experimented on and left for dead. Now, at twenty-four, she's clawed her way to becoming Alpha of Shadow Moon pack, hiding her scars behind a mask of strength and the lie of a dead mate. She's convinced she's too damaged to ever bond with anyone. Then she meets him. He's powerful. Dangerous. Infuriating. Their clashes are legendary—two Alphas who can't stand to be in the same room. But beneath the hostility, something else simmers that neither of them understands. As Rory navigates treacherous pack politics and fights to keep her secrets buried, her past comes roaring back. The scientist who tortured her is hunti

she kept asking. As Dhalia continued to cry, Carl immediately made her face him. "That won't happen, Dhal, because as long as I live... he will never take you from me; that's a promise, Loves!" Dhalia just pressed herself against Carl's firm chest. At that moment, Dhalia held Carl's words to the deepest part of her heart. THE FOLLOWING SCENES ARE RATED SPG. NOTICE IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE, JUST SKIP IT.

I stood in the middle of the two werewolves' pack, trying to find the enemy's alpha but he was nowhere to be found, not even at the back of his pack. So, I'm right when I said he's a coward. He literally hid behind his pack and sacrificed them instead of fighting with them. Such a useless alpha who doesn't deserve his position. I closed my eyes and communicated with my pack using my mind which only I can do. "Go back to our palace, I can handle it all alone," I said but before they can even leave, a loud explosion was heard inside the palace and the chaos started. That's when I realized that the explosion came from my mom's room where she's staying right now.