The Untamed: Game of Hearts

[r18+ content / Book Status: COMPLETED] She described herself as his worst nightmare. But to him, she was his most beautiful dream... A vicious and dangerous vixen… A ticking bomb that no one could diffuse… This was how Raine, the infamous Princess of one of the three clans of an underworld group called MIRAGE, was often described by humans and the mythical creatures in disguise coexisting with humans. Everyone was scared of her. Well... everyone except for one man who never batted an eye meeting her glare. Could he be the only one who could tame the untamed? Or would he end up getting played by the naughty and dangerous Princess of the Moon Clan? *****EXCERPT***** “Being with me is always a game…” she whispered, staring into his eyes with her fiery gaze as if to challenge his cold stare. “You should have known that I’m willing to play any game you want just to stay by your side. After all… you’re my sweet vixen…” He leaned closer to the point where his lips almost touched hers, “You're not someone that can be easily forgotten. You are someone who drives other people crazy, and you drove me insane!” She parted her lips to say something, but all she felt was his familiar warmth on her lips as he silenced her. He was kissing her hungrily, leaving her no room to even think let alone say a word. His chest felt like a hard rock pressing her against the wall. “Don’t fight me… Don’t fight what you truly feel for me...” He wanted her so badly and he would stop at nothing just to make her his! ***** Follow all my works at WWW.LINKTR.EE/EUSTOMA_REYNA Book cover is mine, AI generated.

Eustoma_Reyna · Fantasy
Not enough ratings
370 Chs

So Smart

Tyrone impatiently looked at his wristwatch. Lunch was already finished, but Raine had not returned yet. He was starting to wonder if Raine had already eaten lunch with Janus instead. 

'So what if she had lunch with him?'

He let out a sigh of frustration as he continued to silently scold himself for overthinking things.

"Daddy, you want some tea?" 

Turning his head, Tyrone smiled at little Aire, the little girl holding a cup of tea in her hands. He accepted the drink, and Aire sat beside him.

"You look so distracted," Aire commented as she stared out at the garden in front of the veranda where they were sitting. "A bit conflicted too," Aire continued, Tyrone not responding to her words.

Tyrone looked at the girl with a meticulous smile on his face as he asked, "You're not really the secretary of defense's granddaughter, aren't you?"

Aire's face paled, and she blinked several times in seeming shock.