Novel & Cerita Untamed Glennon Doyle

"And why should I trust you?" He smirked. "Watch." Noah turned to the man. "What’s your name?" "Gerry George." My brow twitched. Noah's right, the serum worked. "Who do you work for?" I asked. "We’ve never seen his face. Not even the head scientist has. He always wears a mask. We just call him Boss." I folded my arms, pacing around Gerry like a predator. "Those beasts that attacked the school... what are they?" "The Ultimate Weapon. Transformed rogue wolves. The early versions failed, but recently, we’ve been getting success."

she explained "What about now, you have any clue where he might be?" I questioned "A whole bunch of people knows about him now, not just me, Logan Young, one of the renowned surgeons in Australia, he's all over the web, only of people could know his dark sides" She voiced out "Wait you mean the same Logan Young we do talk about?" Emily surprisedly asked, referring to me "We? I don't remember talking about any surgeon with you but i think I've heard the name before" I told Emily, at the same time not believing that my real Dad's out there living his best life, not knowing he has a kid in another country.

But as I turned to leave, my foot caught on something—Medina’s outstretched leg. I crashed to the floor with a loud thud. My gown rode up, exposing my thighs. Drake’s gaze fell on me, his eyes lingering on the small tattoo etched into my skin. It wasn’t just any tattoo—it was the mark my mother had given me, my little “guardian angel.” I quickly pulled my gown down, covering myself. Drake’s eyes flickered with recognition before he turned away, his expression unreadable. Medina smirked, satisfied with her handiwork. She had tripped me on purpose.

It’s too fucking hot for a start, plus your pack should know who you are, not your ego. Glenn and Rhett have been my friends since boyhood, and they know me. Which basically means they don’t judge my dicking about. I don’t think there is anyone else I really trust apart from them. My father would sell me to the aged crone Luna Madeline if it helped him and Rose is so pissed she’d help him pack. Glenn has a partner, it’s not a mate-bond but they’re serious. She’s in the Strategy section, a nice enough girl. Both platinum blonde, like a pair of happy albinos constantly sheltering from the sun except he’s built like a fucking rhino.

Just as she does, I fall to the floor and I let out a gutwrenching cry. Robert tries his possible best to comfort me as clsoes the distance between us, kneels on the ground and pulls me in his arms. I look up at him as I sob loudly and his eyes are full with sorrow, they are teary and threatens to pour out a river of tears at any moment. “I am just learning that the dead individual is identified as Chadwick and is known for working with a dangerous assassin that goes by the name of Jen Davis.” I hear the reporter’s voice and I scream until my throat hurts.

"My name's Philip, P.H.I.L.I.P, can you call me that?" "Geez, okay, Philip, can I talk now?" He arched an eyebrow and the younger sighed nodding. "So, I have a doubt" "Go ahead, I have to go home" He said impatiently. "You're a stripper, right? The goddamn know stripper Philip, the one who works at the most famous nightclub and the boy everyone wants to fuck with... Hm, who's virgin, how ironic" Mikhail Winters said with sarcasm dripping from his mouth "Philip James, the untainted stripper, right?"

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 groans of the injured echoed faintly against the marble walls. And in the middle of it, him. Nolan. Standing tall, chest heaving, blood soaking his shirt. His eyes were still sharp, searching the room as though he refused to let his guard down even now. He was tending to a few who are wounded. He was taking care of them, making sure that they were all right. He was helping out with lifting anything that was heavy. But I saw it. The way his left shoulder hung wrong. The deep gash along his collarbone, still dripping. He was doing his best not to show, but I knew that it hurts him. I had seen the way the rogue bit him.

I wasn't surprised by the daughter not weeping, she held no love for her overbearing father. "My mate wasn't with the captives and your father said a couple traded drugs for her. Do any of you know who those two were?" I asked bluntly. Glen rubbed his chin in thought and shook his head. "The only doctor I know of is a pack one named Randall but he's been gone for several years. I couldn't give you any information on his whereabouts," Glen told me sincerely. I rubbed my eyes in frustration.

He must have noticed for he smirked as he came closer to me. "And where is the little bird running to?" His words sent shivers down my spine as I fully looked him over. He was dressed in a three-piece suit that looked like it was sewn on him and at the same time, could barely contain his build. His long, black hair was curled and neatly packed into a bun, some strands left out to cover his eyes. Before his tattooed hands were shoved into his pocket, I noticed a golden ring with the skull design which signifies his title as the Mafia Don.