Acomaf Rhys Pov Novels & Stories

"Is Elfy dead?" "I'm not sure," "He might be a pain in the ass, but he was still my pet. I'm somehow bound to the little guy." There was a tense pause, then she gave a atremble nod. Rhye mumbled, "Wait here. I will go first." Dismissing the unreasonable reticence to leave her alone, Rhye relaxed his grip and stepped back. This possessive sense of safety toward Livia was not only difficult but also confusing. A fighter needed to be frigid and practical, a master of his feelings.

Leaned my head back, and closed my eyes. I heard footsteps in the hall. Soft. Deliberate. My heart jumped, as the library door creaked open wider, making me jolt and straighten my back. Rhys stepped in, his gray sweatpants low on his hips, black T-shirt stretched across his chest with a few buttons undone, showing his hard chest, his hair was slightly mussed like he’d been running his hands through it. He froze when he saw me. The light caught the sharp planes of his face, the storm in his gray eyes.

Rhys got closer to me, each step he took sent jolts down my spine and soon, he made it so close to me that I couldn’t tear away from him, his body trapping me, making it hard for me to breathe. “I know, we’re your least favorite people and I understand that I’m being selfish. I know how hard it is for you to accept the bond and Amber…. It’s….. just…..” His voice trailed off as his eyes raked over my face. “It’s hard,” he swallowed, his eyes back to staring into mine, “I don’t…. I don’t know what to do, Amber, I really don’t.” He continued and I couldn’t believe that Rhys Fenrir was actually being vulnerable right in front of me, a maid.

June A muscular man is standing in our way and Rhys wants to drive me over. Can this day get any weird? Apparently they know each other and Rhys despises his company or… maybe it's discomfort. The only thing close to a companion in Rhys's life is Viktor. And the relationship is strictly professional. His shirt is barely buttoned and his hair looks like he just got out of bed. A sharp contrast from Rhys's put together self. A sinister edge lurks in his green-grey gaze. It's the look I've seen on the faces of the men that join the army for bloodlust.

His emerald eyes were dark,furious and something else I couldn’t name. “ But I...” I started. He cut me off angrily, a hint of betrayal in his tone. “You think I’d let just anyone put their hands on me like that?” His voice dropped lower. .. “It was a setup. A bad one. The bastard burst into the room knowing I was undressed, the shock made me fall. He rushed inside claiming to help me but who walks around Shirtless?". Rhys angrily narrated, his words were laced with pain. " He’s trying to blackmail me and thinks photos of ‘Rhys Cameron caught with a man’ will be enough to control me..It's not the first time a bastard has tried doing that bullshit. They assume I was gay because the last time

He wouldn’t change. Swallowing the bitterness that rose like bile in her throat, Sera forced herself to her feet, her legs trembling beneath her. She took a shaky breath, her chest tight as she leaned against the wall for support. A strange numbness settled over her as she walked into the living room, her eyes drawn to the sight of her father, sprawled across the stained couch, a fresh can of beer in hand. His gaze was glued to the television, the flickering blue light casting shadows across his face, as if nothing at all had happened.