Romans & histoires Untamed Novel In English

damn this complicated life! "Mommy, I mean Avi, you have an unexpected visitor." I was shocked when I heard what Hope said, and it was as if my head suddenly heated up at the person who is now here at Hope's condo and visiting me. Without thinking about what I would look like because I was crying for a worthless person who was just playing with my emotions and feelings. I handed over the book I was reading earlier and threw it at Primotivo Alarcon, the fuck up jerk. But he caught it, and looked at me seriously, and stepped closer. Hope said to leave and let us two talk privately, which is just right because it would be good for me to kill this man without a witness because of the stupidity h

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?

She couldn't help but be curious. Tina climbed out of the car also and her curiosity increased when she saw the guards with their own umbrellas. Yes, Madeline had informed them to get an umbrella each for themselves because what she was going to do was going to require them to use an umbrella. They heeded her warning and brought an umbrella each. They didn't know what their ma'am was planning but with the devious look on her face, they could tell that it was not anything pure. It was going to be shocking and something anyone would never think that the calm and collected Madeline would do.

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.

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?"

Climbing out of windows, ducking security cams, and sneaking into the night like a ninja had been my thing long before I could spell “trouble.” I dusted my hands and pulled my black hoodie tighter, melting into the shadows of the L.A. night. The city buzzed faintly in the distance, but this part of it was still quiet, the moon casting silver over empty sidewalks. My stomach growled for the third time. “Right, hunger strike,” I muttered sarcastically. Since my brothers refused to let me go on the school trip, I figured I’d protest the only way I knew how to,by starving. But who was I kidding? Hunger and I were not friends.

Saturday, 1st March 2014 6: 00PM. Dear Jennifer, Today was the day I felt like I was just entering a new world of things. When I opened Tiger’s notebook in the morning after having breakfast, I came across an order of writing I have never seen in my life. The title and subtitles of each page were written in meaningful English words, but the content consisted of a crazy jostle of the English alphabet and figures and another foreign alphabet I could not quite apprehend.

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The heat wasn’t fading, and neither was the want. Eventually, the exhaustion of need won. My breathing slowed, but my heart still raced, pounding against my ribs like it wanted out. I buried my face in the pillow, curling tightly under the blankets. The note was still in my hand, the edges soft and warm from my touch, the images and desires stirring in my mind, unyielding. Sleep came slowly, restless and unsteady, filled with every touch, every forbidden thought I couldn’t shake. My body relaxed just enough to drift, but the ache, the want, the heat remained raw and alive, steaming under my skin even as darkness claimed my consciousness.

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