Untamed Book Review Novels & Stories

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?"

The thought that Michael could unravel my very character was terrifying This behavior was alien to me. Before Frank, my history was uncomplicated; I wasn’t prone to reckless passion. So why now? What was it about Michael--this rude, infuriating young man,that threatened my every boundary? I ran my hands over my face in sheer frustration. I needed a distraction, and Nelly was the perfect solution. But first, I had to tackle the mountain of laundry. With Ama away on a family emergency, the domestic chores were mine. Gathering my things, I headed to the laundry room, only to find the detergent empty. After a brief search in the kitchen, I secured a new box and turned back, my arms full.

She is lying on the Hammock outside the presidential suite, Lauren walks to her and drags the book she is reading. "Hey stop it." Mandy tries to get it, but she can't. "Relax, I just want to see what you are reading." Lauren's voice is all nice and soft, no longer that cold voice. "Tangled life. Hm." He pronounced the name of the book. "Interesting, so what is it about?" Lauren asked, Mandy tapped the space beside her, Lauren stared at her, this girl was playing with fire, she didn't seem to learn, his level of self-control was on very tiny ground when his body came in contact with hers.

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

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The certainty in Alex’s voice left Lucas staring at him in wonder. This man spoke as though rescuing him was already decided. As though loving him was the most natural thing in the world. Alex smiled softly afterward. “Trust me,” he murmured. “And please, unblock my number. May I have your phone?” He stretched out his hand toward Lucas expectantly. Lucas hesitated briefly before slowly handing him his phone. What happened next stunned him completely. Without asking for the password, Alex unlocked the phone effortlessly and navigated straight to the blocked contacts list. A second later, his number was unblocked.

The library was quiet and warm and I liked how the shelves stretched up into the walls, and even though I had never owned a book before, I liked how it felt to sit here and read things that didn’t belong to anyone but were still there for me. The guard who first suggested the library came with me again and helped me pick the books because I didn’t know where to look and he seemed to enjoy showing me the sections. I picked both fiction and nonfiction, flipping between them every now and then. I didn’t even know I could like reading this much but everything looked interesting and I liked the way the pages felt under my fingers. I read about the old creatures of the world and my eyes kept going

Lifting her into my arms, I met the eyes of my brothers, my allies. “Let’s go.” As we walked out of the dungeon, leaving the carnage behind, I made a vow. This crime against my mate would not go unpunished. I would burn their kingdoms to the ground to get my revenge. [End Book One] Read on as the adventures continue and more mysteries unravel in Book Two in the Enlightened Child Saga: Unshadowed.

In my room now– I pace around restlessly, heart hammering against my chest like a war drum. The envelope in my hand feels heavier than it should. It's just parchment and wax, right? Just a letter. Just Amanda. Except nothing has been “just” since I got thrown into this accursed union. I sit on the edge of my bed and stare at the damn thing for another full minute before finally cracking the seal. The handwriting is undeniably Amanda's– sharp, elegant, and familiar enough to tug at something soft in me.

Martin booked the flight home on a Tuesday afternoon, one-way, no return ticket. The decision came quietly, without fanfare—sitting on the porch of the coastal cottage as the gray waves crashed below, the small notebook open on his lap, the last of Damien’s letters folded inside. He had read them all twice, then a third time, until the words felt like they were etched into his skin. The chain was gone from his neck, but the ghost-weight lingered, a constant ache that no amount of beach sprints or hill runs could erase. He stared at the horizon for a long time, the notebook page with his own single line—“I’m still here. Still breathing. Still yours—if you’ll wait”—staring back at him. Then he