Desharow Merman Novel Novels & Stories

Here take this I took the book Me: what is it about? Derek: it's a book about a mermaid who came to the shore and married the prince. And when the prince found out, he wasn't happy. He parents, the king and queen ordered that she'd be thrown into the underground dungeon where no one would ever see her again... You'll read the rest of it in the story I screamed out of fright and he was surprised. My eyes were widened, and my mouth open. My heartbeat increased immediately What? Why is this happening?

Synopsis Paltmin was born a human and grew up as such. His life was mundane, and he was happy with his simple existence. However, all that seemed to come to a crash when he was taken to the palace to serve the kings of the kingdom. And that was when his problem began. Paltmin's body underwent a sudden change the first time he met the werewolf Alpha, and that was the start of his erotic adventures. Note: This book is a reverse harem, meaning the main character has multiple partners.

The man froze like a dog hearing a command. “Everyone out.” Boots scuffed against concrete and doors closed with heavy metallic clangs. Within seconds the warehouse was empty except for the two of us and the distant, muffled sound of the city beyond the thin walls. The silence that followed was thick enough to choke on. Roman’s eyes flicked down my body—my plain black T-shirt stretched across my chest, the jeans that sat a little too low on my hips from weeks of shitty undercover meals, the deliberate way I kept my hands visible and empty. When he looked up again, something darker had settled in his expression. Hunger, maybe. Or curiosity sharpened into something sharper.

Author Note: Dear Readers, Since English is not my first language, there will be tons of grammatical mistakes. Please continue reading this book only if you don't have any issues with that. Rest I can guarantee you that you won't get bored with the storyline. The following are my books if interested do give a look over them: 1. Her Unloved Mate (Book 1) 2. My Bride is Not a Human (Book 2) 3. Her Chosen Mate (Book 3)

"No!!!" I screamed in horror and began to reach out to the webbed claw trying to touch my lower body. I felt a sharp pain from my waist; fresh blood dripped down my waist drop by drop. The red merman uttered something in my ear that I couldn't understand. It sounded like a curse. I understood that as a warning. This merman was nothing like Dicken, and he did not care about my life at all. I was confident that he would rip me open and show it to Dicken if necessary.

She glanced back down at the leather-bound book resting on the floorboards beside her. The empty pages seemed to stare up at her, daring her to turn them. With a trembling hand, she picked it up again, the leather warm against her palm. She knew she should get up, should finish unpacking, should do something practical, anything to distract herself from the throbbing between her legs. But she couldn't. She was hooked. The anonymous writer had become a guide, a seductress whispering secrets into her ear, and Pinky was a willing student, desperate to learn every lesson.

There's more forbidden love and slow-burn romance waiting for you. And watch out, because I'm not done. Coming soon: ON ICE: Pucking My Ex Best Friend's Stepbrother — a new secret romance full of tension you won't want to put down. Thank you for reading. Thank you for loving these characters as much as I do. Until the next book, Nancy Grey 🖤

Hi!!! Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for taking the time to read my work. This is the final book in my Unspoken Trilogy. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Book 1 - Unspoken Promises Book 2 - Unspoken Truths Book 3 - Unspoken Desires If you’re starting this novel without reading the previous books - you may get a little lost with all the characters and the fast paced events. ——————————- Chapter 1

And he did, and he held her until dawn, and she did not tell him that his cold was starting to feel like her own. That was the thing she did not want to look at. In the mornings now her hands were cold. Not cold like she needed a sweater, but cold like she had been holding ice, cold that did not warm up no matter how long she ran them under the tap. She slept later. She forgot to eat. Her coworkers at the bookstore told her she looked pale and she said she was fine, she was just tired, she was moving still, there was so much to unpack. She did not tell them that she had stopped unpacking. She did not tell them that she spent her evenings with a dead man and her nights dreaming of him and her

I’m bronzed from my recent trip to the beach with my friends—our final girls’ trip to commemorate the end of college and this chapter of our lives—and I can feel his gaze skating across me, heating the already warmed skin. You would never know I had any melanin in me with how pale I can get during the winter months. My hair, initially styled into perfect curls before the East Coast humidity got to it, has fallen into waves. I pull it over one shoulder to showcase my neck, which, if my memory serves me correctly, is Theo’s weakness. I catch his eyes again and he’s closer than he was before, like he’s making his way through the crowd to get to me.