Novel & Cerita Barbarian Lover

he said, his voice low and smooth, like a distant rumble of thunder. I grinned, gesturing casually to the art installation hanging on the cafe wall—a two synchronized clock - The Perfect Lover. “But you’ve been here for hours. It’s cold, it’s raining, and…” I hesitated, glancing at the synchronized clocks mounted on the café wall. They were one of our signature decorations, labeled The Perfect Lover.” Logan’s gaze followed mine, landing on the clocks. He raised an eyebrow. “Perfect Lover?”

"YOU CAN'T ANSWER NOW!? ARE YOU ASHAMED!? OH! OR, MAYBE YOU ARE NOT! AFTER ALL, WHO KNOWS HOW MANY MEN YOU HAVE WHORED YOURSELF TO WHILE YOU WERE STILL HOMELESS! AM I NOT RIGHT, WHORE!?" "Why? Why!? Did I not give you everything? Food. Love. A title that makes others envious. Roof over your head. WHAT THE HELL DID I NOT GIVE YOU!?" "Tell me the name of that bastard." "Tell me that man's name who tainted the Goddess I worshipped. Tell me the name of that whore who had the guts to sleep with my wife whom I haven't even touched after owning her. TELL ME!" "Don't lie to me, Sophia. I am not blind. I can see these hickeys that bastard has left all over your body. Now, tell me his name or I'll mak

And between her thighs, the expert caresses of that afternoon's second lover. She was not a bad person, not at all. She was just a woman in love with her lover, who used all kinds of blackmail and trickery to keep him by her side. For an instant, he thought Arthur would refuse since he wasn't one of those who liked threesomes in that way. But she did it to punish him and show him that she was in charge of their relationship.

Fleur cries as she turned herself to faced Memphis, but when Memphis tries to get closer to her Fleur step backward that literary gave them all goosebumps by hearing those little rocks falling in the deep sea. "No! p-please, Love. I Love You! I do love you! I need you in my life, No matter how much you hurt me before, I love you, Fleur! Please, stop this! Please!" He cries all his tears trying to convince Fleur to stop what she wants to do. "I won't! I c-can't," She said and take off one hand that holding in the tree branch.

“State your name, barbarian” Caierre stared at them with hatred in his eyes. Barbarian that’s what they call him but who turned him into this? It was on his thirteen birthday when the Wulfren plains were invaded. The brightest light he has ever seen spread across the trees that surrounded the ashborn pack, eating everything its path as if it were alive and starving; as if it were seeking revenge and willing to destroy everything in its path, setting everything it touched aflame as well.

More jewels and gowns than I could count. Every night he needed me, I’d put on whatever lacy thing he picked out. We’d have sex. Five years. 999 times. There were moments—his sweat dripping on my forehead, his soft breaths inside me, the way he’d look at me—when I let myself dream he loved me. Then the video dropped. Him. On the street. Kissing another woman. I knew the truth. He was my keeper, not my lover. Everyone laughed. They couldn't wait to see me lose my mind, begging him to keep me.

He was forced to lie to Bastian, in order to be with the woman he loved. Bastian always believed that he would be faithful to his wife who had passed away ten years ago. No one knows the human heart. Years of widowhood left Baron feeling empty and yearning for a companion to accompany him. "Are you hungry?" the woman asked lovingly as she put her arms around Baron's neck. "No, I'm not. I want something else," Baron replied a little mischievously. Presumably his mood had turned good again. It was evident from that mischievous and seductive smile.

“You teased me for so long, you little bitch. Driving me crazy. I’m in a loveless marriage with a wife who cheats on me, and you were prancing around, showing me what I wanted most but could not have.” “You know about Mom?” Baron nods, and I feel his pain in my chest. “It was stupid of me to marry her in the first place. But it worked out in the end.” “Did it?” I ask. “I mean—she’s cheating on you.” “It did, princess,” he purrs. “Because it led me to you.” In another life, maybe Baron could have been a poet.

Darian lay defeated and broken, his reign of terror crumbling before him. Breathing heavily, Arystyn approached her fallen adversary, not with vengeance, but with a sense of pity. "Darian, your obsession consumed you, turning you into a monster far worse than any beast I could ever become. May this be a lesson for all who succumb to darkness – love will always prevail." With those words, Arystyn turned away from her ex-lover, leaving him to face the consequences of his actions. As she reunited with her husband and twin infants, they embraced, knowing that their family had overcome unimaginable trials together.

I was totally wrong; he obviously wanted nothing of me except the child. They finally stopped tormenting me with the kiss. Both of their eyes were filled with lust. I am certain they would take it further to the bedroom when I leave here. The mere thought of it had my heart sinking like the titanic when it hit solid ice. Kyle chuckled lightly, "Sorry, I forgot to mention it to you earlier. Barrin here, aside from being my lover, is also my Beta." His passionate way of introducing Barrin made me feel a pang of envy towards him. I have never been chanced to experience such emotions towards me. And by the look of things, the future for that looks extremely bleak.