Untamed Novel In English Novels & Stories

the Alpha roared, his voice shaking the earth. The pack descended into chaos, with everyone running in frantic circles, searching and scouring for the missing keys. But nothing came of it. These doors weren’t ordinary—they were forged from Darksteel, a legendary metal said to be unbreakable, forged in the heart of the earth itself. Even with a thousand warriors armed with tools and weapons, the doors wouldn’t budge without the keys Despite everything Garrick had done to me—betraying me, revealing my secret to the pack, and condemning me to this dungeon—he was still family.

Under the sheets, a dewy haze settled around the exhausted couple and the night predicted a fresh tale for tomorrow. * * * Ps- Vincent isn't a Vampire/Werewolf. This isn't a paranormal book.

I don't want my mother's beloved kingdom to be in a demon's hands. I walked and left her there dumbfounded. No one should ever insult me for I know everyone's secret and how I can take them down in a minute. I know they are planning something wicked, I know them and I know how I can stop and pull them down too. I am no damsel in distress but a tigress they should avoid being bitten by. Today, I was given a mission as part of my training and that is to kill rogues- every one of them, without using any of my abilities which I know I can because I'm trained to fight using swords than using my abilities because I am born to control them perfectly.

How precious is His unfailing love! **End -**

He shook his head, seemingly undisturbed by the heavy breeze. The next moment, the weapons on the shelf all started glowing, no, pulsing with lights of different colours. "Here we go, something Greek." He mumbled, the lights and wind stopping as soon as those words left his mouth. "Was that really necessary, Bama?" Scott drawled, his hair looking like a raccoon plated with it. "Got to give the newcomer a proper welcome." He chuckled, bringing his right hand to the counter. My eyes widened as his previously empty hand now held a wooden book the side of a toolbox.

Tita Sienna said, and they lower the table meals next to Naivy and Bunny. “Tita,” I uttered, they walked closer to me and hugged me. “ It's great that you're finally home,” Aunt Ali fixes my hair as she smiles at me. “You can finally get your pain, we're all here to help you,” Aunt Sienna whispered in my ears, kissed my cheeks and smiled at me. “ We should be complete now but Tita Val and Tita Chantel are in France so we just got first,” Tita Lana's sna and rubbed my stomach.

A door slammed. Just freaking perfect. Two women madder than a whole chicken coop of wet hens. That's got to be a record for him. Not the number of women...oh, no...he'd always been able to piss off the two Hill sisters, but the speed in which he did it. It'd only been twenty minutes since coming up from the basement, and he got them both seeing red. There's got to be a better way of getting through this. Race cracked open the book. His eyes glazed over when he saw the first couple of words that jumped out at him. Catharsis...reciprocity norm...free association... God! And that was just the introduction!

Every memory where I should’ve walked away but didn’t—every moment I should’ve chosen me—flooded my chest with shame and regret. And just like that, Owen’s voice brought me crashing back to the present. “Bad Mommy,” he shouted, face red with tears. “If you make Miss Lila unhappy, I’ll never call you Mommy again.” I looked at him, forcing a smile that hurt my face. “How could I make her unhappy?” I said softly. “I’m leaving, so the three of you can live happily ever after.” … Kids will be kids. Innocent and too damn honest.

With a few quick taps, she typed in his full name into the search bar: Elliott Remington. Her heart nearly stopped at the results. Countless articles, images, and news reports flooded the screen. Elliott Remington The Nation’s Youngest Billionaire, CEO of the Remington Empire. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard as she clicked on an article. The heir of the Remington family, one of the most powerful families in the nation. His name was everywhere, his face splashed across magazine covers, business websites, and event features. Ruthless, Cold and unapproachable business man. Those were the words often associated with him. And yet, she had waltzed into his life, drunk, and proposed marriage.