Untamed Audiobook Novels & Stories

He mumbled to himself. He sighed. "He also said that I'm a bottom, what in the hell is a bot-" "Philip, who are you murmuring to?" Aidan said with a 'you're weird' look on his face. "Hm, I was… Just... Talking to... Myself?" Philip smiled awkwardly and the squirrel-looking boy rolled his eyes. On the way to Aidan's house, Philip decided to clear his doubt. "Dan, can I ask you something?" "Sure"

she replied as she strolled out of the office. After Linda left Angel standing up and walking towards her book shelf and taking out a book for the shelf to divide into two revealing a secret chamber , she walked in for the shelf to close by itself . She went straight to her computer and put a call to Adams, for the call to be picked on the second ring . ". Hey, how's it going over there " Adam asked to receive a question from Angel. ". What's the situation " ? Adam smiled " you didn't even reply to my greeting " Adam said to receive a glare from Angel.

" I alluded. We were still discussing about how to get at least little information about the reason Amanda was sent as a spy into our pack when the two brothers, Sven and Skyler approached I and Logan. " Hope we didn't intrude into your discussions? " Sven asked. I looked at him in a weird way and for the first time.... He acted like a human. I almost forgot he could talk, I thought he was mute. I looked at him with that 'Did you just talk' look. He stared at me like a puppy and I kinda found it cute.

We descend the stairs into humid night air that smells of salt and diesel, the pilot doesn’t speak just hands Mara a folded paper, tips his cap, and disappears back inside the cabin, the engines wind down behind us as we walk to the Jeep. The driver is a woman short, wiry, mid-fifties, scar running from temple to jaw, she doesn’t introduce herself. Just tosses Mara the keys and climbs into the back seat like this is routine. Mara drives, i sit shotgun, window down, wind whipping through my hair, the road is unpaved, rutted, cutting between low scrub and dunes. Headlights catch glimpses of ocean on the right black, endless. After twenty minutes of silence, Mara reaches over, threads our finge

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?"

"He will be in love with you, you'll see." "And I doubt Da-Eun would ever think I'm amazing. Look at your uncle. You love me, and he thinks there's something wrong with you." "Uncle Damien is a different case. But I think he's warming up to you." "You are crazy," I chuckle. ************ Later, it is raining, and I am having a lazy day, just eating popcorn and watching TV. Linda went to her room to work on her research after we spoke, and I decided to spend the rest of the day by myself.

Half the time, he did all those chores that popped into her head before they popped. At only the age of twenty-four, her assistant was more valuable to her than any other employee, and up until now, apparently, she'd not been very forthcoming with her trust in the young man. He wasn't classically good-looking, nor did he have any of that boyish charm. Instead, Brian reminded her of what her brother would be like -- if she had one. Geeky to the point where it was actually fashionable, he typically wore off-colored jeans -- like the brick-red ones today -- and t-shirts with those stupid sayings, "Tetris taught me the fundamentals of architecture." His dark blond hair was always sticking up at

“Because being unconscious for hours is not a crime.” Alex let out a sharp, humorless scoff. “Oh, you’ll see it for yourself.” His hands trembled, not slightly, but enough that his phone nearly slipped from his grip. He caught it just in time, jaw tightening as he unlocked it. For a second, he hesitated, like he wasn’t ready to relive what he was about to show. Then he turned the screen toward them. The video played, and silence fell. It was heavy and suffocating as

Just being able to watch firsthand as Vincent received the love and respect he deserves, gave them an overflow of fulfillment, one that they would trade for anything in the world. Isadora felt projected out… with a front-row ticket to the strangest sight. What is this? Had they prepared all this within the short time of getting Felicity's messages? It was all too strange… the energy… there are actually people who adore this monster?! What's more, the same man who arrived wearing the aura of one who would slaughter anyone who crossed his path… the ruthless Don of the BlackSaints… is actively conversing with children and the common folk so patiently.

she said whispering to Dahlia. She stopped taking down notes. Her full attention was focused on what her friend was saying. “W-what are you saying, Szuttete?” Dhalia still couldn't believe what she heard from her best friend. She finally folded the notebook she was writing in. After all, it's only five minutes left before going home. "Yes, best, I got through my timeline on F******k earlier then I saw someone doing live there," Szuttete shared with her. She swallowed and clasped her palms over the table. Her eyes twinkled. In fact, she could not show the slightest mercy to the brothers. She hates them to the core!