The Untamed In English の小説・ストーリー

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.

She had been there one too many times already and she knew her way around its confusing, crooked pathways. She used her broom as support while wandering through the forest. For some reason, she could not remember her way out. The trees she passed by were unfamiliar to her and it seemed that she had not been in that part of Nardovoa before. She lost all bits of hope as she wandered around the woods, trying to figure out her way back. Fortunately, she found herself standing in front of an old and abandoned-looking cabin. However, the lighted lamp hanging on the cabin’s front porch post indicated that it was not abandoned at all. After a series of struggling steps, she made her way towards the

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.

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.

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?"

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.

His expression darkened as something ugly flashed in his eyes. He walked towards her, a smile creeping on his face. “You are stubborn and I don't like stubborn women.” he paused then continued. “But don't worry, I like you and I will tame you.” He lurched forward and ripped her clothes. The fabric tore violently, the sound resonated across the fall corners of the wall. Naomi gasped as cold chills brushed her skin that had been covered moments ago. The humiliation hit her so deep that she wished the ground to open up and swallow her, forever burying her underneath.

the Alpha roared, his voice shaking the earth. The pack descended into chaos, with everyone running in frantic circles, searching and scouring for the missing keys. But nothing came of it. These doors weren’t ordinary—they were forged from Darksteel, a legendary metal said to be unbreakable, forged in the heart of the earth itself. Even with a thousand warriors armed with tools and weapons, the doors wouldn’t budge without the keys Despite everything Garrick had done to me—betraying me, revealing my secret to the pack, and condemning me to this dungeon—he was still family.

She grabbed a blanket from the back seat and led me down to a spot near some rocks, hidden but still open enough that anyone walking the path could spot us. We spread the blanket and she pushed me down onto my back. “Lie still, baby. Let Mommy ride you first.” She straddled me, lifted her dress, and sank straight down onto my bare cock. Her wet pussy swallowed every inch in one smooth motion. I groaned as she started bouncing, her heavy tits jiggling under the thin fabric. Elena rode me hard, grinding her clit against my base with every drop. The sound of waves mixed with the wet slap of her ass on my thighs.

Charlie must have hidden inside the house because he was no longer on the porch, and even when we entered the living room, he was nowhere to be found. “Yeah, it was -” I cough, choking at the last word when Jessamine takes off her wet clothes without warning. “Take off your clothes, Aiden. I don’t want you to get sick.” She glanced over her shoulder as she removed her pants, keeping her underwear. I swallowed hard, scanning her divinely beautiful body. My mouth gaped when Jessamine turned around, looking like a seductive goddess in her black underwear. I had seen her naked many times, but today… I was captivated, bewitched.