Untamed Novel English Translation 소설 & 이야기

‘This book is about the Italian Mafia, which is based mainly on the Italian mainland and Sicily. As such, when the main characters talk to each other sometimes it is in Italian, if you do not understand Italian I have translated the words into English in the brackets. The Italian speech is to make the storyline more authentic and I believe it enhances it. It will not distract from your enjoyment of the plot or the characters. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thank you

she corrected me, rolling her eyes in exasperation. "Sorry for that. I'm not good with names. Anyway, you're really good at frying salted eggs, huh," I said. I felt like I'd tasted the sea because of the saltiness! Did she pour all the salt in here? No wonder Liam isn't eating it! Even dogs can't eat this! "What?! Wai—"

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> AUTHOR'S NOTE: Dear readers, Thank you for finding this book worthy of your time, I'm so grateful. I also want to let you know that English is not my first language. As a result, you may notice some grammatical errors, awkward phrasing, or cultural references that don't quite translate. I apologize in advance for any mistakes and assure you that I'll do my best to improve my writing style throughout the story. My goal is to create an engaging and immersive experience for all of you, despite any language barriers.

Naked, unyielding and a rogue. Gasps filled the air. “It’s him….” Someone whispered. “The Untamed Alpha….” He walked into the gathering like he owned it. Hair dark and wild, eyes burning with something ancient. Dangerous. Beautiful. But very deadly. “Kael Varyn,” Alpha Cassian snarled, stepping forward. “You dare step foot on sacred grounds…” “I’m not here for you,” Kael growled, his voice low and unbothered. “I’m here for her.”

That they would kill their siblings and parents. She suddenly turned to Szuttete who just tapped her on the arm. “What are you still doing there, best? Why are you just standing there? Let's ring the bell!” “All right, best, you go first. I will go through Sir Edmundo. I will just submit the report for our English subject,” she replied. She also stood up and accompanied her friend on walking out of the library.Szuttete who even sends her to the door of their English Teacher's office.

I quickly rushed to my room, changed my clothes to a black gown, and packed my hair in a messy bun. **** "I'm sorry for keeping you waiting,'' I muttered to the driver, but he was only quiet. He looked so scary and intimidating. The back seat was open for me and he asked me to sit at the back. I did as he told me. He closed the door, and went back to the driver's seat, our eyes met and it sent cold chills down my spine. * * I dozed off, opening my eyelids the car stopped at a very big mansion. I was in awe! The mansion was beautiful and sparkling clean, the flowers there were blossoming, and everything about the house seemed beautiful and smelled of wealth.

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.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him crestfallen. “Not now,” she said. “I can’t concentrate if you’re teasing me. Do you want this translated or not?” He sighed and returned to the screen. “Okay. What does it say?” “It is not all German,” she said. “Some is Russian. Misspelled, bad grammar, words out of order.” “Bot?” “No. I think it’s a person, just bad with languages.” “What does it say?” “It talks about bank accounts and transferring money for travel. Trusting God and wanting to serve a higher purpose once she gets to America. That’s the best I can get. Badly written.”

Easy. But when I reached the guest room, steam was already curling out from the cracked bathroom door. I hesitated, heart racing, then knocked lightly. “Uh—towel.” The door opened a beat later, and there he was. Shirtless. Skin damp, drops of water tracking down over the ridges of his chest, rolling lower, into the line of his jeans. His hair was darker wet, pushed back, a few strands clinging to his forehead. He took the towel, his fingers brushing mine for half a second too long. His stare caught mine, steady. And then—it dropped. Lower.