The Untamed Chinese Drama Poster Novels & Stories

They cannot deny that I can get the damn job done one way or another. "Of course, baby." "My shirt’s all wet. I’ll take it off. Is that okay?" I nodded my head slightly. Zakael nodded before pulling his shirt from the back of his head. His torso was exposed, as were the scars. There were scars from what looked like cigarette burns near his lower ribs. I knew better than to ask about them. I didn’t want to complicate our relationship more than it already is.

He hurried to the Marketing Department and rushed the staff to print the posters. By the time Wang Yi-An came in for work in the morning, the posters were all displayed, and employees were hanging up banners. Ma Xiao-Er face weren’t very visible on the posters. It shows more of Liu Shun-Feng and she herself as the bride, was blurred but just the face.

The innocent 7 year old sienna looked up, eyes wide— filled with confusion and fear. It was supposed to be a day of celebration for them. Just a while ago, the hall was filled with happy laughter and voices, the ballroom of the ‘NIGHTSHADE’ pack was decorated with fine golden banners,and the delicious aroma of roasted meat and rare wine filled the air. Guests had filled the entire all— all celebrating the mating ceremony of her elder brother, Liam. But now, the happy feast had been turned into a battle of survival. Screams from different directions threatened to tear the hall apart— the sweet aroma was replaced with the metallic scent of blood.

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.

a gaze different from the others, heavier, more focused, dangerous in a way that makes my instincts scream. I look up. He stands at the edge of the pit, tall and broad-shouldered, power radiating off him in waves that don't need announcement, dark hair, darker eyes, a scar cutting through his left eyebrow, Alpha Dylan Thornwood. Our eyes meet and something shifts, the air goes electric, wrong, like recognition even though we've never met, like he sees past the chains and the blood and acts straight down to whatever's left of me underneath. His expression darkens, confusion flickers across features that look carved from granite, something primal rising in his gaze, something that makes my pul

The moon was shining through the blinds and it was illuminating her nakedness. On her back, with her legs spread wide open on the bed , one arm thrown across her head, and naked. Her athletic physique was so tempting, pointy tits and black nips, flat belly and down to that shaved strip of black hair in the front of her pussy. Her pussy was parted a little, pink and smooth, looking so fuckable in the dim light. I sat down on the opposite couch to the bed, my dress hitching up. I brought my cock out again, it was still as hard as ever. I poured more baby oil, and rubbed it on my cock slowly at first, my eyes fixed on her pussy.

She took it and came to sit in the hall. "Can you please change the channel? I want to watch a telenovela." She stated it as if I had no choice. "Okay, if that's what you want, take the remote." I offered it to her. She eagerly took it from my hand. A tingling sensation passed through my hand as our fingertips brushed. I could tell she felt it too from the way she quickly withdrew her hand. She sat down to change the channel, and I could tell she was slightly uncomfortable from the way she kept fidgeting in her seat.

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

Mara kills the headlights, coasts the last hundred meters in darkness, parks behind a low wall, the driver stays in the car, we get out. Inside the house smells of coffee, sea salt, and gun oil. A woman waits at a scarred wooden table tall, silver-streaked hair pulled into a tight knot, eyes sharp as broken glass. She doesn’t stand when we enter. “Mara,” she says. Voice low, accented. “You brought company.” “She’s not company,” Mara replies. “She’s mine.” The woman studies me for a long beat, then slides two new passports across the table, mine has a different name, Fatima Adebayo same photo, different life, mara’s is similar, different surnames. Same photo.

I loved it ,it was perfect! "Are you sure ,that you're not a professional tattooist? " ,i asked him. "Hummm..haha! " "Haha..what now ..Untamed Love..wha..what does that mean? I mean, why Untamed Love, and not something like , Her First Tattoo, or First One ?" Dylan smiled and tapped the side of the bed, for me to lie next to him. I lied next to him and looked straight into his eyes. " Won't you answer my question?"