Untamed Novels & Stories

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.

But if it's awkward, we stop. 'Deal.' Jordan got up and took his laptop off the couch and placed it on the coffee table. We went into the living room and sat down on the cushions, very close to each other, even touching shoulders. He started a browser and entered a site and scrolled to a video thumbnail, two guys, one of them muscular like him, the other one lean-bodied, both naked. 'This one's basic. Begins with them kissing and proceeds to fuck. No BDSM, no rough stuff, just two men toying each other assholes. He pressed play and the screen was filled with the scene.

It didn’t change the way his thumb was tracing absent-minded circles on my hip, a touch that was both proprietary and tender. Then Gavin leaned in, his voice a low, serious rumble that vibrated through my back. "There's something else. This changes things for you on a human level, too. My brigade and I are now your official TAL team. You're no longer a state asset. You're under my protection, under pack law."

"That's how it was before, but the storm was so bad on the day of the SATs. I was running as fast as I could, but I still missed the exam. So, going abroad is the only option I have left." I paused, then added, "Don't worry. I won't need a single cent from you. The program is fully funded, and even my travel expenses are covered by the foundation that runs it. But even if I come back, I won't be coming here. I'll only visit my classmates and teachers." My voice grew flatter, as if not a single ripple of emotion remained in it. For some reason, the more detached I sounded, the more the expressions of Mom, Dad, William, and even Selene darkened.

"And stop screeching. Your voice is going up three octaves. You sound like a squeaky tea kettle." "A squeaky tea kettle?!" Damon slammed his palm against the horn as he cut off a yellow taxi. The horn blared, echoing through the evening drizzle. "Alex Cross isn't some corner pickpocket with a pocket knife, Roxie! He runs illegal harbor cargo, half the city's private loan desks, and three underground fighting rings! He has fifty armed psychopaths waiting in that warehouse! You don't just show up on his doorstep with two fists and a broken burner phone!"

" Zane took a step forward, dropping his arms to his sides. "Our territory is holding just fine!" His fingers curled into fists. "We don't buy power from corrupt judges. We work for every inch. If Evren Stormvale thinks he can walk into the East Coast and order us around like his personal mercenaries, he's going to find out how hard Shadow Moon bites back."

ANN Anchor, Lina Virelle The announcement of the upcoming United Nations Alliance (UNA) Summit, set to take place in New City, Aeternum, has been met with widespread enthusiasm across the 31 member nations. For many, especially the smaller member states, this gathering represents not just a diplomatic event but a monumental step toward greater legitimacy and security. Being part of the largest and potentially strongest alliance in the world, covering 35% of the Central Continent's landmass, offers unparalleled opportunities for growth and protection.

It's so unfair how life throws me knives when I only have pillows to protect me. Mom... I know I have no right but can I ask you one last time to hug me? You can just use the wind and I'm already contented with that. I just need it... I really need it because sometimes, the strongest one that everyone assumes can be the weakest when she's alone.

I took my phone to search for his name on the Internet. “Aiden Anderson, billionaire,” I uttered while I typed the search box. “Woah! You’re really something,” I giggled, pinning my eyes on my best friend. “You really don’t have any social media account. There’s even no match of your name for my search.”

"Come on, Uncle Mace, you're the richest guy in the city. What's a little shopping spree to you? It's not like you can't afford it." Mace's jaw clenched, and he reached into his pocket to retrieve his Amex card. He handed it to Seraphina, his voice low and threatening. "Here, Seraphina. But let me be clear. This card comes with a warning. If you misuse it or exceed the limit, there will be consequences." Seraphina took the card with a triumphant smile, her eyes gleaming with victory. "Don't worry, Uncle Mace. I promise to be responsible."