Barbie Mermaid Tale Eris Novels & Stories

Kaira ran back into the house while mom remained watching us like a hawk. "We are waiting, Arianna," I said as we were all sited in the living room watching her. *Well---" she took in a deep breath, "Melissa isn't an ordinarily human, she's a human but not an ordinary one," "Okay we are all ears ma'am," Dean said a little too impatient. I placed my hand on his arm since he was siting right next to me. "Well, Melissa is part of the mermaid community, she's not a mermaid herself but she's queen Leah's daughter,she's my sister,"

She’s so far out here that if she screamed, no one back at the beach would hear her. Worst-case scenarios begin to flash in my mind, and I quicken my pace. I can’t see which direction she’s gone in, but before I know it, I’m running. My arms and legs push through the overgrowth and trees, and just when I’m about to call out her name, I burst through a clearing and find Eris standing at the edge of a crystal blue lake, topless. My eyes widen as I take in what I’m seeing, and a second before she’s about to jump in, I rush towards her, screaming her name.

"Word of advice, sis... Don't make the mistake of falling for any of the men here." The warning catches me off guard and I blink up at her in confusion as she sighs again, "Trust me," she continues quietly. "It's not worth the heartache..." Something flashes through her eyes but it disappears almost immediately and her smirk returns, "They're only interested in taking from you... So make sure you take twice as much from them." She gives me a slow, reassuring wink, her lips curving into a cat-like smile. "I have a feeling I'll be seeing you around... Barbie."

When I was five, I was always excited whenever it was time for bed. My Grandma Momma will cook our dinner. Let me brush my teeth and comb my long hair. And after that, she will put me into bed and bedtime stories will follow. She told me a lot of fantasy stories, but my favorite was the pirate of the Lost Sea named Escarial. He was the epitome of perfection. Gentleman, handsome, a knight in shining armor to most of the ladies in their land, and most of all, he caught the heart of the brave princess, Athalia.

Nerissa sneers. “What did you do, put him under some sort of spell with that song of yours?” Courtney adds reproachfully. My lungs are stuttering and stalling, cutting off my air supply. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Yes you do.” Madison’s lip curls with disdain. “I thought there was something fishy about you, but I didn’t know what until Nerissa told us your little secret, Mermaid.” Blood rushes in my ears so loudly I cannot hear myself speak. “I don’t know what Nerissa told you. But I’m not a mermaid.”

she said with a playful wink. Eros chuckled at her quirky attitude. If he praised his other concubines, then they would have tried to take advantage of the situation and would have asked for favours. But not Iris. She is different and she is the best. Suddenly Iris remembered something Morris said. "Did you notice what Morris said at the beginning of his statement?" She asked him with a frown. Eros began to remember what Morris said and he is shocked to notice that he addressed his mother Tasha as his aunt.

After five years she still had the power to ruin me. Larissa exhaled, pulling away from me. I turned to see what she was doing. She brought out her phone. I watched her, wondering what she was going to do. The call connected. "Hey, bitch, guess what!" Odette shrieked. "I just found out I'm a mermaid! My great-grandma was a mermaid!" "Since when?" Risa asked with a snort. "Since I looked at our family history a few minutes ago. You gotta see it," she squealed. What does her friend have to do with this?

Eros sighed, and I nodded. As we headed up the stairs, he turned to me and said, “Erin is a Clurichaun, a solitary fairy that asked me for a job many years ago, and she is feisty and can cause mischief especially after she is deep in her cups, so be leery about roaming around late at night because that is when she indulges in her whiskey. I believe that she's already into her cups.” “Okay,” I replied and watched Samson rush past our feet shouting excuse me.

For a moment, pride flashes in my chest – I'm not the same helpless omega they expect. But I'm also not a wolf. Not a fighter. Not strong enough. They take me down efficiently, professionally. No unnecessary roughness, but no gentleness either. Just the cold execution of duty. "The King will want to see her immediately," one says, grip firm on my arm. "No, he won't." The smooth voice cuts through the fog like silk. Eris emerges from the shadows, perfect even at this hour. "I caught her stealing from the royal vault earlier," she says, eyes glittering. "Didn't want to disturb our King with such unfortunate business during the border crisis meetings."

Rhea asked, her eyes wide with a flicker of awe. Isis gave a dry laugh. “Folktales. They say this kingdom once worshipped a mermaid. That she disappeared when people grew wicked. Others claim mermaids bless the good-hearted with wealth. But those are bedtime stories, Rhea. Fairy dust and fantasy. Come inside. When Amber’s done sulking, she’ll come crawling back.” Rhea hesitated but followed her mother inside. The door slammed behind them, echoing like a closing chapter. --- By morning, the unease hadn’t lifted. Dressed still in their nightgowns, Isis and Rhea stood at the dock, scanning the water’s edge.