The Untamed In English นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“If you touch her, I swear…” He didn’t finish. The man punched him hard across the jaw. The camera kept rolling. “Send it,” the leader ordered. “To Ethan. Let him know we’ve got his best friend. Let him feel helpless.” The camera man smirked. “Done.” The message was uploaded and dispatched. Back in the room, the leader spoke again. “You think you're untouchable, Sean Rosemond. Rich boy, polished shoes, powerful name. But in here? You’re just a man.”

It was unexpected, yet it was also undeniably tender, like a whisper of promise, of all the things we had yet to share, and the ones we could have. For a moment, I was lost in the sensation, the world around us seemed to fade away into nothing, like every other people in the world were not present anymore. As if they had relocated to another planet and it was just the two of us. His lips moved against mine with a gentle urgency, a silent plea for reassurance, for solace in the middle of all the uncertainty of the things left unsaid between us. I could feel the need of his emotions in the press of his mouth against mine, the way his tongue battled for dominance, the unsaid words that lingered

“I’m a little tired. You don’t have to tell me what you want. Just buy it.” Tammy glared at him unyieldingly. “Tired? You were probably away, spending your time with some other tramp.”

The boar went down thrashing. Adrenaline surged through her like fire. She was breathing hard, tits heaving, blood and sweat making her skin glisten. Samson looked at her with raw hunger. He didn’t even clean the knife first. He grabbed her, spun her around, and took her right there on the jungle floor next to the kill.

Leaves and twigs crushed beneath his weight as he sprinted through the underbrush, the wildness of the wilderness matching the untamed fury in his heart. As he raced deeper into the woods, memories of the encounter with Alpha Drake and Amanda, coupled with what happened at Jane's home tore at William's heart. He had heard stories of lone wolves seeking solace in the embrace of nature, finding peace amidst the untamed beauty of the forest. In his anger and confusion, he hoped that the wilderness would grant him the clarity he so desperately needed.

The little angels had gone through a lot just to survive and live that even a peaceful slumber was too hard of a blessing for them. After a while of twists and turns under the dark, rainy sky filled with thunderclouds of grief and misfortune, the car drove into a tall white gate with the words ‘Oakland Orphanage’ in big and bold golden letters carved on the center. The gate automatically opened as if it recognized the expensive white car. Inside the wide lot was a paradise of flowers, bushes, and grasses embellished beautifully and perfectly in organized landscapes. The orphanage on the center was tall and wide. It was painted in cream with gold rims and accents. It looked a bit off due to t

She was wild, she was untamed, undomesticated, brutish and a free bird, she wouldn’t allow herself to be caged by some man she called her mate. Bloody fucker can go fuck himself. To be continued...!

Serves you right, girl. The man wiped his lips using his thumb and smiled at me. He was wearing a white dress shirt that was now wrinkled, and a few buttons were opened revealing his chiseled chest. His lips were red from the smooching. His hair was all messed up, but he still looked hella fine. He looked flirtatious too. Maybe even worse than Rico here. His dark eyes bore towards me, “Hi there, miss. My name is Zero. May I know yours?” He extended his hand, and now I just noticed that he had tattoos on his fingers up to his arms. The man knows he’s sexy, and that’s dangerous.

The pattern on the front was of a wolf howling at the moon, encircled in intricate intertwining branches. Curling up in my favourite chair, I carefully lay the book in my lap and open the cover. “The ancient art of untamed magic, “I read aloud and took in the subject matter. Untamed magic was the old term used for dark or forbidden magic. My hands shook as I took in the magnitude of what I was reading. There were witches in this house channelling untamed magic, Alune was right, and it terrified me.

Nothing like Elsabet’s which was more silver and white. She’s beautiful, no doubt. She possessed the kind of lovely full figure which Bast used to have appreciation for. But not now. Now I compare her to the slim lines of Elsabet’s appealing frame. Revealing she’s half wild. Able to burst into a run as easily as pick up a dagger at a moment’s notice…Untamed. “If she doesn’t care for you, why does she dislike me?” Fair question. I don’t know. “How do you know she does?” He asked guardedly as he meandered to drag a plain wood chair from near the wall to near the chair opposite the settee.