Untamed Novel English Novels & Stories

Lucas and Houston occupied the seats directly in front of us. “Seen who?” I asked. “The new guy,” she said, like I should’ve already known. I frowned. “What new guy?” She leaned in slightly, lowering her voice just enough to sound conspiratorial. “The transfer student. I think his name is… Alexander?” Her voice sounded uncharacteristically excited. In all my life, I’d never heard Elsa sound so excited over anything. Except maybe BTS. And her mystery novels. Lucas turned around in his seat. “Wait, are we talking about the new guy?” he asked.

The lean one fisted my ass while the tall one fucked my pussy, the tattooed one jerking off, cumming on my stomach. “More,” I begged, and they obliged, lifting me into a standing 69, the tall one eating my cunt while I sucked him, the lean one fucking my ass, the tattooed one tit-fucking me again. The jungle echoed with our cries, cum and sweat mixing, until I collapsed, spent but craving. Chapter Three – Untamed Union

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No wonder… No wonder he had that thick bandage on his left hand that day; he was planning to take his own life. My hand trembled as I held the paper, and I collapsed onto the floor. Keith caught me and shakily pulled out a tissue to wipe my tears. I felt disoriented as I made my way downstairs. The cold wind pierced through me, but I didn't feel a hint of chill. As I stepped out of the funeral home, holding Fred's urn, the gloomy weather matched my mood. Light rain began to fall, and I looked up at the overcast sky. I supposed my parents were disappointed in me.

They were extremely ambiguous. I picked up another one, with an equally ambiguous beginning. I wanted to drop it, the name at the bottom caught my attention. It read; your ride or die, Amaya. I shook my head, smiling upon remembering Amaya. The lady that almost tore me apart, assuming I was one of Cassio's girls. I should have dropped the letter like I had done to the others, but I decided to read out of sheer curiosity.

"When a person is starving, and you offer them food, they'll be deeply grateful. But once that person is no longer hungry, even the finest delicacies will just seem greasy and unappealing," I explained over the phone. Ms. Decker didn't push further. Instead, she reminded me to eat and sleep on time and to never neglect my health, no matter how busy I got with schoolwork. After the video call ended, a wire transfer from Ms. Decker appeared in my bank account. She also sent a message that read, "Even with a scholarship, it might not cover everything. Living abroad is expensive, so use this to treat yourself to some nice food."

An evil, horrible, cruel, rude, insensitive, clueless, beautiful, brave, strong, smart and sweet alpha that you love so much it makes you feel like you don't even know who you are anymore. Elliot undoes the button of my dirty pants and pulls them off without any effort at all, separating from me for the first time, leaving me in black panties. I don't even want to think about how disgusting I look right now. My hair completely disheveled, my face, neck and arms full of mud. My breasts popping out over my bra and my hungry gaze begging him to stop just looking at me and do something to ease the pain. And not just the physical one.

“I wasn’t going to…” “It’s okay,” the guy interrupted gently, pretending to believe him. “Phew, thank goodness. I totally misread the room,” he added with a nervous chuckle. “But…my grandma always says something: ‘If you let heartbreak, anger or frustration kill you, you’ll miss out on the beautiful life that was waiting just a little further ahead.’” The words hit home. Alex slowly settled back into his bed, the weight in his chest a little lighter. He studied the stranger for a moment…young, brave, beautiful blue eyes, matching brown curly hair, and an unexpectedly comforting voice.

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