Untamed Novel In English นิยาย & เรื่องราว

ETHAN'S POV A message…for me. I take a towards the scout, tension snapping back into my spine. Lyra watched me, eyes wide with worry, as she fiddled with her hands. “From whom?” The scout swallows hard, holding out the letter. “There's no name. Just your title on the envelope. But the scent on it…it's unfamiliar. Not like any wolf.” I take it from him carefully, my eyes narrowing. The paper is old– too old. Sealed with black wax bearing no crest.

"She melted against him, her hands gripping his jacket while his other hand slowly slid her back, pressing her against the cold brick wall. His touch was confident, and she arched into him, surrendering to the moment. Her dress hiked up, the fabric sliding to her waist, as his fingers slowly traced the bare skin of her steamy thigh, his touch was ungently rough as she shivered at the touch." Pinky's eyes widened as she read the "ungently rough." It was a new sensation, one she had never experienced. She sat on the floor of her new house, the dust motes dancing in the sunbeams, and read the words as if they were a spell. Then Pinky's eyes widened as she read the "ungently rough." It was as Pi

Lifting her into my arms, I met the eyes of my brothers, my allies. “Let’s go.” As we walked out of the dungeon, leaving the carnage behind, I made a vow. This crime against my mate would not go unpunished. I would burn their kingdoms to the ground to get my revenge. [End Book One] Read on as the adventures continue and more mysteries unravel in Book Two in the Enlightened Child Saga: Unshadowed.

"That's wonderful, Aster! You've finally come to realize that your own future is what matters the most. I know your background and understand how hard it must be to leave your family behind. "Don't worry. I'll do everything I can to help you apply for opportunities to return home for visits." I shook my head and let out a bitter laugh. "That won't be necessary. They'll do just fine without me." Before that day, I had always clung to the fantasy that my family loved me. When I was five years old, I was kidnapped by Dad's rival and abandoned in a remote mountain village. For ten years, I endured abuse and hunger. But when I finally made it back home, relying only on fading memories, there was

While his back tilted to Anita a little, she was reminded of the person who had read the contract contents yesterday to Miss Wairimu. ‘So this must be Collins. He is the butler?’ Anita thought inwardly. The blue-eyed beautiful young man came and took his seat too, but after Ronald had sat. He was sitting next to Anita and she was able to smell a unique scent exuded from his trench coat. She turned to his side and he offered her his hands, “I am Wu Long by the way,” he was flashing her an appreciative smile, “Nice to finally meet you Miss Anita. You..look..tougher than I had estimated!”

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.

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.

Tonight the fantasy has new fuel: the text that arrived forty minutes ago from an unknown number. “First gift arrives tonight, open it alone, wear nothing underneath, touch yourself until you’re dripping, then wait.” She knows it’s him, she’s known since the first word. Now she’s close… so close, hips lifting off the bed, chasing the edge, when three sharp knocks land on her door. Elara freezes, her fingers are still inside her, walls fluttering around them, the knock comes again. She yanks the thin throw blanket over herself, heart slamming against her ribs. “Who is it?” Her voice cracks.

The man, feeling his anger justified by the arrival of a seemingly responsible figure, immediately explained, "Sir, I'm just trying to get home, and this young lady here bumped into me. She's been drinking and hurling insults at me for no reason." Nysaa, who had turned to face the intruder, was too intoxicated to immediately recognize the man as Mace. She raised a finger and slurred, "Oh great, another knight in shining armor." Then her eyes widened as the man's features became clearer. Nysaa's drunken realization sent shockwaves of panic through her. It was Mace, the very person she had vowed to take revenge on. Her face turned pale, and she took a hesitant step back, stumbling slightly.