Untamed Book Review Novels & Stories

How could fate be so cruel as to dangle this tantalising possibility before me only to snatch it away with such cruel finality? I struggled to maintain my composure, to push aside the tumultuous emotions threatening to overwhelm me. But beneath the mask of calm, my heart was in turmoil, torn between the desire for love and the knowledge that pursuing it with Brandon would only lead to pain and heartache. I had heard the stories of Aunty Tamia and Uncle Leo, and secretly, we despised Amanda, and I told myself I could never do what she did. In fact, we all did, but wasn't that what was about to happen? Brandon Knight had a chosen mate, one he rejected his fated for. Was I not going to be wreck

The young man finally passed away, due to complications, caused by his last head surgery. Szuttete immediately smiled at the man who had just come out; she walked closer to him. "So how's the feeling to talk to her, did she answer your questions?" She nodded, she burst into tears and hugged him. Szuttete just patted her back. "Don't worry Ezekiel, I know your Mama loves you very much and is proud of what you have become today, even your Daddy Carl. Their sacrifices for you were not in vain ..." THE END OF THIS BOOK CONTINUING WITH PART TWO.. ARE YOU READY FOR A MORE INTENSE. MORE MYSTERIOUS AND MORE EXCITING STORY OF CHARACTERS WITH VARIOUS SECRET DESIRES THAT WANT... GET TO KNOW THE CHARACT

he groaned, thrusting deep, relentless, making me scream, cry, shiver, buck. I came first, shattering beneath him, voice lost in pleasure, body trembling. But he didn’t stop. He drove me to the edge again and again until I couldn’t distinguish where I ended and he began. Finally, when I was trembling, spent, completely undone, he pulled me into his arms. I was sticky, sore, glowing with satisfaction, and every inch of me ached in the most delicious way. He kissed my forehead, brushing damp hair from my face. “This is what untamed pleasure feels like,” he murmured, voice soft now, almost tender.

A door slammed. Just freaking perfect. Two women madder than a whole chicken coop of wet hens. That's got to be a record for him. Not the number of women...oh, no...he'd always been able to piss off the two Hill sisters, but the speed in which he did it. It'd only been twenty minutes since coming up from the basement, and he got them both seeing red. There's got to be a better way of getting through this. Race cracked open the book. His eyes glazed over when he saw the first couple of words that jumped out at him. Catharsis...reciprocity norm...free association... God! And that was just the introduction!

His voice sounds smug. I frown at him. I don't understand. I want to know the secret. "That one," he says. He brings me close to the bookshelf and nods at it. He doesn't look at me. "The red one. With the silver title." My hand shakes a little when I reach out. I touch the book he said. I pull it toward me. The book tilts but it doesn't slide off the shelf. It turns forward and clicks. I gasp when the whole bookshelf spins away. Behind it is a tunnel. A secret tunnel.

Felicity squeaks beside Isadora, hands akimbo. Imelda brings out a very thick book amongst other books from an isolated cupboard and opens it revealing many handwritten recipes, "For a long time I've been trying to get something that Vincent's body might be able to hold on to…even for an hour but have failed miserably." "Isadora's one-time success is nothing short of a miracle and no matter how I try, the only batch she makes is the one acceptable by Vincent's body." Imelda closes the heavy book and dust rises to… one could see it scatter in a zigzag motion in the sun's beam.

She hurried through the process of wrapping the body, making sure the head was indeed in there, she had made that mistake before, and proceeded to carry it to her waiting pick up truck. The pick-up truck was a rugged, utilitarian vehicle, designed to tackle any terrain and withstand any challenge. Its body was made of sturdy metal, with a raised suspension and oversized tires that made it ideal for off-road adventures. The paint job was a faded shade of blue, with rust spots and dents scattered across its surface like battle scars. Basically it was the perfect vehicle in which to not attract notice. Jumping into the drivers seat after depositing her cargo in the back, she breathed a sigh of

Mikhail rolled his eyes sitting next to him. "Today is the second lesson, can you figure out what it will be?" "Not even a clue" "Handjob and Blowjob" Without hesitation, the older simply said. Philip choked with air "W-What?" He whispered. "Have you ever touched yourself this way, Philip?" "No, Aidan once told me that it's good but I never tried it" He said in a whisper. 'How is it possible? He hasn't even touched himself before' Mikhail thought, feeling curious about the innocence of the younger boy in front of him.

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.

Even if there isn't. I went directly to Draco's room and luckily I didn't have to struggle with the lock because it was open, even if it wasn't open…I would have bashed it anyway. I began rummaging through his belongings and just as I was about to give up, I stumbled upon a book that looked like a journal. I wanted to abandon it but it looked like something that was really valuable and ancient so I opened it and behold ….it was filled with potions and spells and theories of the wolf world.