The Untamed Novel English Translation Novels & Stories

I trudged up and down the aisle another time and let my gaze wander and sweep one last glance across the rows, and was about to leave when my gaze fell on a thin book almost going unnoticed, sandwiched between two thick books at the third row of the last bookshelf. Out of curiosity, I plucked it out, my heart pounding as I read the title: ‘Untold Tales of the Pack: A Memoir’ , the name of the author has been scribbled off by a sharpie. The book looks new compared to the ones I read. My throat clicked dry as I opened the book. I gasped when I read the first line: ‘The Renaud pack is known for its strength, wealth and integrity but did you know that the pack alphas are also cursed?’ Here, fin

“My Esmeralda is a tomboy. I can’t even meet her. If Clive is capable, he should chase after her by himself.” *** It wasn’t only American top brass, but echelons from some prominent countries were watching the live stream as well. Unfortunately, many of those people were puzzled about American texts and had completely no idea about them, not to mention that they were handwritten by Alex in English. The mantra was also old-fashioned and slightly hard to pronounce. The foreigners were in a predicament. Translation software failed to give a proper translation, or the translated texts would be crappy. “Go find an interpreter who understands English! Hurry up!”

A u t h o r s n o t e Not to be too alarmed but I would like to inform you all that this book might suck, it's a little bit of an Italian English book. I'll be translating every Italian used word after the end of each chapter. The grammar might be bad, the plot is hmm, as I want them to be, you know this book could be better with your help. I will be editing this out and might even publish an unedited drafted version but if y' all like clingy female characters and plot war, well then you'll have a lot of fun. Don't say I didn't warn you. Enjoy!

And she needed to do so without waking him up. A flawless strategy. Probably. Moving so slow that an ancient century old tortoise would seem fast in comparison, she shifted towards Adrian while ensuring the bed won't make a noise. Estelle Winterbourne, the Former heiress of Silvervale. The Feral Wolf. The deadliest predator of the Silvervale mountains... Had now evolved into a suspicious blanket caterpillar. And she was absolutely determined to acquire that warmth. Not matter what...

Another girl whispers prayers to gods that stopped listening years ago. "Quiet," a guard barks from the front, his voice sharp as a whip crack. The sobbing doesn't stop, just gets quieter, muffled into sleeves and palms. We pass through gates that scrape the sky, iron and stone and the skulls of those who tried to escape mounted on spikes as warnings….Bloodfang Territory announces itself in blood and darkness, torches line the path to a fortress that looks carved from the mountain itself, all sharp angles and shadows. "Out," a guard yanks the cart door open, grabs the nearest omega by her chains and drags her into the dirt, "move."

I fisted my hands in his shirt, pulling him closer, drowning in the scent of pine, woodsmoke, and raw, undisputed dominance. I wanted him to consume me. I wanted to burn everything down. Evren's hand slid dangerously high on my thigh until his thumb grazed the edge of my silk underwear. Suddenly, the heavy glass doors to the adjacent balcony burst open with a resounding crack, instantly swallowed by the boisterous, drunken braying of three high-ranking Alphas stumbling out into the cool air with freshly lit cigars. The fog cleared in a brutal, violent snap. I drove both palms into Evren's chest with every ounce of force I possessed, throwing myself off the stone balustrade so fast my heels s

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When he spoke, his voice was so gentle it made my skin go cold. “Elara, listen to me. I’m not asking you to understand it. I’m telling you what it is.” “I am not a possession, Kael.” “No. A possession can be replaced.” “That is not better.” “It isn’t meant to be better. It’s meant to be true.” My throat was tight. I made myself keep looking at him. “And if I break your rules?” “Then I won’t punish you.” “No?” “I’ll punish whoever made it easy for you.”

Only a few of them understood the language and sadly, only Bon and the chief parent could speak it well. As I walked toward 'Nana's' hut, I noticed that everyone was staring at me. I realized maybe it was because my clothes were different from theirs and they were from the mountains and were not used to seeing people like me. "We're not bad people, don't worry," Bon said and gave me a simple smile. Because I was still worried about Jack’s condition I wasn’t able to reciprocate it. So I just gave him a small nod and kept silent. Soon, I finally reached the hut where their village chief resided. They called her Nana. She was a 94-year-old woman who had ornaments all over her body and tattoos t

I quickly rushed to my room, changed my clothes to a black gown, and packed my hair in a messy bun. **** "I'm sorry for keeping you waiting,'' I muttered to the driver, but he was only quiet. He looked so scary and intimidating. The back seat was open for me and he asked me to sit at the back. I did as he told me. He closed the door, and went back to the driver's seat, our eyes met and it sent cold chills down my spine. * * I dozed off, opening my eyelids the car stopped at a very big mansion. I was in awe! The mansion was beautiful and sparkling clean, the flowers there were blossoming, and everything about the house seemed beautiful and smelled of wealth.