Novel & Cerita Untamed Book Review

A rich, sweet scent of vanilla and expensive silk drifted into the air. Resting inside, nestled in layers of black tissue paper, was a piece of lingerie. But it wasn't just any lingerie. It was a sheer, crimson lace bodysuit. It was completely backless, with a dangerously low-cut front that would leave absolutely nothing to the imagination. My breath caught in my throat. My face burned with instant heat. Tucked into the side of the box was a small, heavy card. I opened it, my eyes widening as I read the neat handwriting:

It is the only eyes that managed to catch my attention somehow and now I'm drowning in them but I still want to explore more of how far his eyes can bring me and how magical they can be. Who is he? Why does it seems like I'm connected to him? Why do his eyes scream something I'm not familiar with but I know for myself that I'm longing for it? He caressed my cheek the moment I reached him but I didn't even do anything to stop him. No man has ever touched me before- not even a strand of my hair except for my dad but when it comes to him... It seems like it's my body is desperate for him to touch me. Am I going insane now?

I tapped his messy hair and I couldn't help but laugh. "Do it again, do it again!" Brian teased our Earl, while laughing. "Ah, hyung! Stop it!" he couldn't help himself too, he laughed. I couldn't help but to smile because of happiness. I wonder what would I do without them? I smiled, hiding the emotions that I've felt. A/N: I am really sorry, if you find my story boring and uninteresting. I am just a simple writer, trying to do the best as I could. If you don't like my story, I am not forcing you to read this.

A loud and deafening screech welcomed them; the band of darkness was no longer lingering the cauldron’s mouth. The piercing cry grew louder as they entered the cabin. Clarence did not care about what the sound was, so he went over to the alpha and tried waking him up. Unfortunately, it was hopeless – Cliden was no longer breathing. Clarence, though he was envious of his brother’s position, cared for him. After all, Cliden was the only family he had left who was bold enough to accept his unfriendly nature despite of him being indifferent, and he regretted it – he regretted choosing envy over love.

****** I was taken to a room in her mansion she said am going to be leaving with her I agreed knowing I will get the chance to see my parents. Entering the room, it was beautiful and spacious, everything in it was sparkling clean, the luxury, and everything could blind someone so that the person won't be able to think straight. I walked inside to check everything. I opened the wardrobe, the clothes were arranged properly, the makeup and other things were there too. The bed was comfy as I slumped on it. I hope this won't turn out bad. Enjoying luxury is the best thing but the consequences can be heart wrecking. I do not want to get lost but I can't help it…. *****

No excitement. No pride. Just… calm. Too calm. “Mother,” I said softly. Her smile didn’t reach her eyes. “I heard you may be leaving the pack.” May. Not my daughter found her mate. Not I’m happy for you. Just… logistics. Tane watched her with sharp interest. Assessing. Reading the energy between us. And I felt his understanding settle like a warm hand on my back. “You two aren’t close,” he murmured under his breath—too quietly for her to hear.

The pattern on the front was of a wolf howling at the moon, encircled in intricate intertwining branches. Curling up in my favourite chair, I carefully lay the book in my lap and open the cover. “The ancient art of untamed magic, “I read aloud and took in the subject matter. Untamed magic was the old term used for dark or forbidden magic. My hands shook as I took in the magnitude of what I was reading. There were witches in this house channelling untamed magic, Alune was right, and it terrified me.

She'd have been in less of a state right now if it hadn't taken her two days to work up the courage to open it. She could still feel the way her heart rate quickened as she untied the brown craft string and gently tore at the seams of the paper. She recalled the confusion as she found herself staring at a shoebox for a pair of R.M. Williams Craftsman boots. Men's, size 10. "Peculiar...." she thought to herself as she lifted the lid of the box. Hidden under a few layers of tissue paper was a book she had never seen before. A lump formed in her throat as she inspected the cover—"Chance, Fate & Chocolate Cake: When Adventure Calls, Don't Hesitate. By Callum Buchanan." The author's name caused h

I touch its glass cover and to my surprise, it vanishes in just a snap. The book floats mid-air and emits blinding light. It starts glowing and the pages start to turn. A few moments afterward, the pages stop turning. The glow starts to vanish, and the book moves toward my hand. Just like the book I was reading earlier, it has a leather hardbound cover and its title are embroidered with gold. 'The Untold' I said as I've read the title. I turn the cover and start reading once again. ----- THIRD PERSON’S POINT OF VIEW

My poetic mind was already reading meaning to it. He painted everything black, but mine was colorful…Should I be flattered? My eyes were still darting around his space when they fell on a ‘Black book’ on his bedside table. I hadn’t noticed the book before. Its leather cover was worn, almost ancient-looking, and across the front were silver words that read: “The Lords’ Undefiable Rules.” Jeremy read too? The idea of Jeremy reading came weird to me. Someone like him wouldn’t care so much about reading through the pages of a book or maybe I was wrong. Maybe I didn’t know Jeremiah Carter too well.